[Sorey had never been truly afraid of the Scattered Bones, and even less so when he came to know them personally but he couldn't quite shake his unease even up to the very end. Differing ideals and that weight of "if you screw up, you're dead," kept him from truly seeing eye-to-eye with many of them so while he regards them kindly, Sorey never really connected with them on level deeper than acquaintance.
If course, those people are long dead now.
And yet here stands before him a man the spitting image of Rose. Same eyes, same hair, same nose and brows too and with that same cooly calculating expression as he sizes Sorey up. Dezel's hand on his back is an appreciated reminder that he's here too, a living bridge between two ideals, as Sorey was a thousand years ago.
Sorey sticks out his hand for the man to shake.] I wanted to thank you and your kin for keeping Rose's letter to me safe. Seeing her handwriting, her own words...it was a greater comfort than I ever expected to have.
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Date: 2017-01-27 09:36 pm (UTC)If course, those people are long dead now.
And yet here stands before him a man the spitting image of Rose. Same eyes, same hair, same nose and brows too and with that same cooly calculating expression as he sizes Sorey up. Dezel's hand on his back is an appreciated reminder that he's here too, a living bridge between two ideals, as Sorey was a thousand years ago.
Sorey sticks out his hand for the man to shake.] I wanted to thank you and your kin for keeping Rose's letter to me safe. Seeing her handwriting, her own words...it was a greater comfort than I ever expected to have.