MORBID  CURIOSITY  :  A QUAINT PROPOSAL OF THEIR DYNAMIC  , though one he finds otherwise unsatisfactory. His tongue less sharp than his blade, he finds some euphoria in having FLAIR for the dramatics, if only to set the stage upon which he bears his arms. While never one to bite his tongue, he will wax poetics should it serve his desires to do so. With their fire lit so brightly in the space occupied between one another, condemning it to mere curiosity felt so dreadfully boring. And to think he’d thought more highly of her. Yet he has hope, twisted and vilified as it is. Were that not true, he would not have ensured himself as versed as he had become in communicating with her. He would simply have to convince her how dull her own viewpoint is.

“  ——  were it that your mere curiosities begot more compelling rage.”  His eyes narrow as he regards her, hand coming to rest beneath his chin. Only after a stretch of silence do his lips upturn, the beguiled grin of a snake facing its greatest enemy  :  and also its most cherished mirror.  “Far to the edges of this world have I tracked you and further still would I. Ever are my consuming thoughts an open book to you, my dearest friend. Ours are not moments to be cherished with one another among gardens with tea, but upon the battlefield through sweat and blood. Morbid or true, all that you wish to learn of me is laid bare when together we clash. Your feelings are wasted on curiosity  :  you are capable of reactions far more compelling.”

(    🐇   )             MORBID CURIOSITY WAS    one of the things for sure,    but she hoped that the garlean could figure her out a    little    better than that.    he looks disappointed and something inside her,   an emotion and feeling she couldn’t put into words    ;    it did    FEEL GOOD    nonetheless.

SHE’S UNDERSTANDING IN    the rage that he pulls from her when he does things that cause harm in the short or long term.    him extending his hand of understanding companionship was a weird one for sure but    .   .    she understood.    being his    dearest friend    meant that while she was saved from being torn to pieces she was not released from any fights at all ever.    moments where blood was spilt on blade and claws    ---------    she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.    not many were able to best her or even equal up    ;   she could identify the same togetherness zenos felt    IN THIS INSTANCE.

      <        CURIOSITY OF WHY     me has been answered time and time again.    morbid as it can be,    it remains clear that our    passion    for battle and pushing one another to limits even when you use such    .  .          >      a pause,   nose scrunching up as she    recalled    the     MEMORY THAT SURFACED.

@totalwood​ // finn.

     “Tell me about’em.” He speaks suddenly, having done nothing but lie on his back against the hood of the car, throwing a tennis ball and catching it with one hand. He had been unnaturally quiet for once, but it wasn’t due to anything depressing. Simply because it was a nice moment between the two of them. He didn’t want to ruin it until his curiosity got in the way.

“Your friends, I mean. What are they like? ‘Cause God knows I never shut up about mine.” He grins as he indirectly teases about them in an endearing manner. Nothing interesting in his life had happened without them. Whenever they were talking about stuff that came to mind, he had always brought them up in some way.