#raine-verhart

*goes to read rules and bio to refresh memory*

 Introspective behavior was not uncommon nor unheard of from Gilandor in the least. Nachitgal’s Chief of Staff spent many moments reflecting on decisions or any other manner of thought. Quiet as he was people tended to regard this as one of his natural traits. Though on this particular day he hadn’t any pressing matters to organize in his mind. Not too long ago a new member was acquired into the ranks of Exodus; a young woman who barely fit the profile of one for a semi-shady organization. She was petite, soft spoken and in all regards rather gentle,  but there shone a fire in her eyes which would spark at only certain intervals. The more Gilland worked around Miss Raine the more he began to note certain aspects of her personality. Certain pieces of her which were remarkably different from first impressions. For months now it seemed he would be slaving over the thought and possibly attempting to find the connection therein. 

Until today when it occurred to him.

The thought almost shook him from his reverie like a strong gust had blown through the room. All at once every minute sound momentarily evaporated into the air until only the sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears. Golden-amber eyes were slightly wide at this realization, but the expression soon softened into one of almost melancholy. There was no doubt about it in the very least, was there? Raine was so much like a younger version of his wife he had left back in Rieze Maxia; Amara. From the hair color, the fire which burned in her eyes and the sensibilities. There were even aspects which could scarcely be put into words. Why now though was he suddenly thinking on this? Not because he did not miss his wife who he left behind, but because pushing her from his mind was all he could often do to get through many days, weeks and months. There was the hope to get home and accomplish his goals, but she had always been there at the forefront of his thoughts. 

The memory had become too painful. Then there came Raine and suddenly all that he had tried to push from his mind came sliding back in. There was a mixture of fondness there and despair when he thought more. A warming in his heart, but a clenching like a vice and he could feel an emotion swell through him. Abruptly Gilland stood up and cleared his throat before throwing a jacket on and stepping out the door. Fresh air would certainly do his mind some good and put the swirling thoughts more at ease. No, it wouldn’t do any good to reflect on any of this at such an hour; not on Raine, not on home, not on Amara. These would be saved for another time, but these exact thoughts caused him to steadily view his new employee under a different light. 

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?: Yeah, I do like writing it.  I feel its a good way to see what your character can handle, what they can overcome.  I don’t like writing it all the time, sometimes I need light/fluffy stuff.  But I do like writing angst.