#refined-silva

Ivar crouches down next to Silva, lowering himself to the boy’s level. Having grown up in a small village, he has a nostalgic fondness for looking after children. Although he has heard malaks are often much older than what their physical appearance indicates, Ivar can’t help but to see Silva as a small, adorable child. He smiles gently and lowers his voice-- a rarity considering his usual speaking volume is shouting. “I thought I recognized you. I live in Hellawes, so I saw Teresa a lot. Glad you seem to be doing better now, kiddo.” He holds a hand out. “I’m Ivar. You’re not still called ‘Number One,’ right?”

“...Yikes, that doesn’t look too good.  We should find somewhere to sit down, try to stop all that bleeding before it gets any worse.”

This time Genis was determined to become friends with Silva. “Silva, let’s read this book together!” the kid grinned as he held up a book he had ‘borrowed’ from Raine. 

@refined-silva

((Thank you! :D))

     unlike laphicet,   emotions were hard to detect on the youth’s visage.      but she trusted her small comrade,   he would instruct & help silva about finding his own identity.      soft smile is nestled ‘pon the corners of rosy labrum.      a good beginning it was,   to see silver less & less apathetic & more geared with sentiments day after day.

A voice spoke up, denoting as much that he was not Human. He crouched down to the small Malak and put a hand on the top of their head. “No I’m not. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” giving a smile to the small boy who also didn’t feel Human to him. “Though you seem to not be human either.” 

Almost immediately, Dezel grabbed his wrist and frowned a bit, “Don’t.. You’re pushing yourself to exhaustion.. You need to get some rest..” He didn’t know that the other was starting to fall to malevolence and maybe that was a good thing.. However, by the heat coming from the other, he guessed he was sick.