xenologue 2 || video

[fauxmarth]

Hello.

[yes, hi. it's kind of overcast today? but not bad. nice enough to be outside here in chilly ol' Maurtia Falls.]

I've been informed by a good number of people that the season will be changing soon. And that it can be quite a sight out in the countryside, just outside the city proper. Would you say that's true? I'd like to see a lovely spring again. I hope it can be as much that as it could be peaceful, considering how...hectic life can be in this world.

The snow is fine, and even the warm climes farther south of here are pleasant as well, but... There's something special about spring, I feel. One where things refresh and renew, making the whole place feel and even smell different.

[her thoughtful smile twitches into a self-conscious grin as she looks from the sky back down to the screen.]

Is that naive of me to hope here? I'll hardly hide how still new I am to the world at large here.

Comments

LMFAO JUST /closes door

[killtime]

Might be marginally better for your health.

[ Beat. ]

Don't tell me you're interested in someone here too.

[fauxmarth]

I--Uh. [WHAT. HA. HAHA. HA.. . . a...] That's...hard to say?

[killtime]

...Why does that not even surprise me?

[fauxmarth]

I'd...really rather not discuss that, actually. If you can excuse me.

[killtime]

Suit yourself. Wouldn't have expected that subject to off-limits with you though, Princess Sunshine.

[fauxmarth]

Y-you've already made it quite clear, your stance on such things. What good would it be to speak of my own circumstances relating? If I had any at all, that is. I feel as though it'd just result in you being disgusted and I, doubtless, humiliated.

[killtime]

[ A light pause. ]

It isn't disgust.

[fauxmarth]

No?

[she's still sounding a little indignant, but less so now.]

...Very well, disdain, perhaps. I know not of what injuries you carry that have left you so averse to forging bonds, and it's not my place to ask.

[killtime]

I'm just old and tired, let's call it that. Not you though — you're neither of those things.

[fauxmarth]

...No, I'm not.

[a beat. sigh.]

Forgive me for my judgment. Your experiences are your own, and what lessons they've taught no doubt mean much.

[killtime]

[ A huffing breath that's half-amused. ]

That's very respectful of you. Your parents must've raised you properly.

[fauxmarth]

...Thank you. For saying so.