[His fingers twitch where the warmth faded as Richard's grip released and the distance grew between them. It took him a moment to recognize the lurch on his gut as a sign of his discomfort to have lost Jinx for so long already. Was he using Richard to fill the gap that she left as he had nothing else by his empire of dirt? They had a strange manner when they were around each other, and no one else thus far had dared to come close to touching him with any kind of curiosity or familiarity.
Just Richard. Just Jinx.
Yet, it was the question that caused him to close his blue eye as he allowed the effect of it to wash over him. What then indeed. So far he had convinced Jinx to want what he wanted, but this wasn't Zaun. This place wasn't full of their struggling people, downtrodden and stepped on by the higher society. This was Aldrip, a pathetic illusion of what society was supposed to be and without any of the nuance entertainment of his own city.
He finally regarded Richard after an extended silence, and for just a moment his professional mask slipped to reveal the pain of the question and the loss of a daughter. Almost like he was grieving both.] Then it falls to the scavengers and everything I did was little more than a side-note in a history book. Assuming this place bothers with history... if not, then my life and goals equate to my death: a zero sum.
[He sighed and turned away.] Return to your practice. I need to return to work. [His empire of dirt.]
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Date: 2024-07-04 03:05 pm (UTC)Just Richard. Just Jinx.
Yet, it was the question that caused him to close his blue eye as he allowed the effect of it to wash over him. What then indeed. So far he had convinced Jinx to want what he wanted, but this wasn't Zaun. This place wasn't full of their struggling people, downtrodden and stepped on by the higher society. This was Aldrip, a pathetic illusion of what society was supposed to be and without any of the nuance entertainment of his own city.
He finally regarded Richard after an extended silence, and for just a moment his professional mask slipped to reveal the pain of the question and the loss of a daughter. Almost like he was grieving both.] Then it falls to the scavengers and everything I did was little more than a side-note in a history book. Assuming this place bothers with history... if not, then my life and goals equate to my death: a zero sum.
[He sighed and turned away.] Return to your practice. I need to return to work. [His empire of dirt.]