the star-faced son of the shadow-grin
male | three | 31 inches | 155 pounds | no heart | no soul | far walker of taviora
It doesn’t take much or long for the brothers to find other things to do after offering their encouragements. The lot of them slowly dwindle away after the fact when she turns more pointedly to Herschel in order to speak. They would not hinder for their brother a young bond. It was rare, in their lines, to find such a thing. Truly, only a few ever had it. One of which was Alexander’s own father. Fenrir and Doe, the love of loving becoming their fall before Fenrir met Natu and was able to love for the heart rather than for the soul.
Herschel lays in such a way that it would not seem odd that his brothers left without him.
“It's been a pleasure to meet you. I know that we don't have forever on this island but I want you to know, before I forget, that I'd like to get to know you a little more.” He stands there, despairing of his nerves for a moment.
“Do not mind them, the whole thing about Spirane. They do not see the tides of the stars as I do. They do not know that all the bloodbonds in the world will mean nothing in the face of reality. Even our fathers could not remain together. They dedicated their whole lives to each other and still two of them died while the other two lived.”
He looks to the side and down, then, averting his eyes from Liah in an attempt to strengthen himself against the nerves that being alone with her presented.
He is not, by far, a wimp, but he is not entirely the sort to be confident without his brothers by his side. He looks up, though, at the last moment with a smile just for her.
“I am not sure why they all vanished, but I think that it would be nice to talk more, if you didn’t fancy following them off on whatever scavenger hunt Alex has them running off for now.”
