[Finally, there’s a crack in Orcelito’s arrogance and an emotion beyond wary annoyance rears. Awe, because we never really grow out of our respect for darkness. He leans backs, tilting his head to follow those golden eyes, and for just a moment he might as well be six again instead of sixteen and jaded towards all things dark and towering. A spark of fear flickers anew – and of fascination.
Is he trying to intimidate him? Why now, all of a sudden? The question wasn’t meant as a strike. For it to be taken that way, for him to feel defensive, there must be a reason…
Orcelito carefully reviews their conversation and arranges it into a pattern he can understand. And a new impression of this mysterious visitor forms – one based on honest evaluation rather than assumptions. Because, for all that show and shadow and skulking, there’s a promised story with an endless inkwell and a happy roommate.
So Orcelito relaxes. His expression softens with the confident smile that comes from understanding. And he says with childlike simplicity:]
no subject
Is he trying to intimidate him? Why now, all of a sudden? The question wasn’t meant as a strike. For it to be taken that way, for him to feel defensive, there must be a reason…
Orcelito carefully reviews their conversation and arranges it into a pattern he can understand. And a new impression of this mysterious visitor forms – one based on honest evaluation rather than assumptions. Because, for all that show and shadow and skulking, there’s a promised story with an endless inkwell and a happy roommate.
So Orcelito relaxes. His expression softens with the confident smile that comes from understanding. And he says with childlike simplicity:]
She’s my friend too.