#tolvin

If only I could get you to talk to my fetters.

"A lot of options for one soul. You'll get even more as time goes. Make room."

But it was back to interviewing, and his smile returned.

"Mm... you're not making room for that yet. You see me, but we're keeping the rest under wraps. Got me?" The less a mortal knew the better.

Waylon sighed dramatically, but didn't press for more information. Yet.

"Yeah. Can swim n'fly, too."

"It's not that I don't think about it, I definitely do, but I choose not to really dwell on it. Most of us die one way or another, even kindred can meet their Final Death," he shrugged. "I've always kind of looked at it that way. My grandma talked about death in ways I feel normal people down.

People shy away from death and try to avoid it, but it's a natural part of life to be acknowledged and accepted so it doesn't weigh you down. The pain of loss is always there, but it doesn't have to control you." He chuckled and shook his head. "Of course, I have some different opinions from her now, I'm sure she'd dislike the fact that I'm living in a house filled with corpses, but I get out among the living once in a while."

He blinked at Tolvin in surprise.

"Where you'll go when you die. Where did you think you'd go?"

Waylon made a face and shrugged.

"I dunno, I don't really think about it much to be honest. Wherever I go is wherever I go- there's no point in worrying about it."

Then he tilted his head curiously to the side.

"Hobby, as in, activity you do for fun, meaningless. I run... for fun. Better in the Shadowlands, but feels good either way."

Waylon smiled as Tolvin did, and he also noticed the beauty in that genuine smile. If this person was... something else, that smile made it hard to tell.

"She must trust you to keep you around. Couldn't hurt to ask."

Waylon paused at that, but when he thought about it- Dana was right. Gertrude didn't seem the type to keep someone around she didn't really trust. He eyed the other for a moment and nodded.

"Positive outlook?" Did this skinny little witch expect him to just explain because he asked? Good try. Still, didn't hurt to ask, "How much does Gertrude let you know?"

Damn, so getting more info wouldn't be that easy. Waylon felt the tiniest pout form on his lips, but he hid it behind a chuckle.

"If my eyes were glazed over white, I wasn't at home," he smirked.

Waylon settled back into the plush armchair and he tilted his head curiously as he looked Tolvin over.