#devouringbeast

Though he is not prone to the action nor can recall a time when he’s cried within his lifetime, Orion does shut down. It can potentially be worse than the shedding of a tear. He suspects that if he ever did; the result would be from being the reason someone extraordinarily close to him was killed, especially if he himself was the murderer.

“You’re a dick and an asshole. I’ve never met someone in my life that I’ve wanted to both knock out and embrace at the same time more than you. I love you like a brother and that’s what you’ll always be to me. But…I’m terrified you’ll leave again. I want to forgive you for it. And for everything else, I do. But not for leaving. I understand why you did it, I understand why you never called – I get it. I just can’t forget, no matter how hard I try. Every day I’m reminded it could be the day you leave again. I want it to change. I want to be brothers again. Just wish I could say you want the same.” 

Control of oneself and one’s actions is a strength Sebastian both admires in others and craves for himself. Strength of will, resolve. For him, strength is far less about throwing a punch or lifting a heavy object, despite the fact that his power enhances his own physical capabilities. Strength is pressing on in the face of difficult or seemingly impossible odds. It’s being able to approach the edge but keep from tumbling over.

Any music with a stringed instrument. She just loves the sound of violins and cellos and finds them relaxing and beautiful. Her current favourite is any covers of more modern songs using them, liking the contrast and different take on it all.

To Naomi, hope is a fickle and flighty thing. Hope is all well and good for maybe making yourself feel better every now and again, after all it’s what she clung to during her day in containment. It was all she could do. But, hope won’t do jack shit if you don’t get off your ass and do something. It is useless without the push, the drive and the effort to move forward to go with it. 

It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t peaceful. There was no romanticizing her death -- it was ugly and unfair. He misses her greatly. 

There are so nights that there’s nothing she can do but cry. She cries for the lives she took, for the people she’s lost, for how she’s let herself end up so alone. Tears fall for all the people she shut out and pulled away from. But mostly they fall because she doesn’t know how to change any of it. She’s still not in control of her powers and until that happens there’s no changing it.