"I suppose..." he murmured, not certain he had an argument to make about that, since he had no idea how far he had been carried in the first place. He supposed he would find out when the poison had been neutralized and he could move again. For now, he settled for allowing his fingers to explore, but the bed was so big and expansive that he didn't even reach the edge.
No, that involved slowly turning over onto his side, letting his arm stretch out just to feel the softness under his fingers. Many of his old scars were on display where the clothing didn't cover, and it occurred to him that this gorgon had seen the vast expanse of scarring that marred his body. He had given up long ago being embarrassed about it. The savage attack that nearly killed him was just one of the many stories his body told.
"Ah," he murmured when the wait for answers came with a sort of reluctance from the gorgon. He imagined that was a good survival tactic; it was definitely something he could relate to. He generally ended up burying things after all, coming by when he needed supplies rather than hide them in caves and other places people and creatures could find.
He didn't actually have a place he lived. "So you have no need to move around. I suppose the mine shafts give you plenty of options to slip passed things coming your way. Plus all the magical traps." He sighed and closed his eyelids, but his head lifted a touch at the name. "Gabriel? That's a rather human name." He rolled to his back again, spreading his arms out around him. "My name is Jack." Only fair to reciprocate.
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Date: 2020-08-23 02:34 am (UTC)No, that involved slowly turning over onto his side, letting his arm stretch out just to feel the softness under his fingers. Many of his old scars were on display where the clothing didn't cover, and it occurred to him that this gorgon had seen the vast expanse of scarring that marred his body. He had given up long ago being embarrassed about it. The savage attack that nearly killed him was just one of the many stories his body told.
"Ah," he murmured when the wait for answers came with a sort of reluctance from the gorgon. He imagined that was a good survival tactic; it was definitely something he could relate to. He generally ended up burying things after all, coming by when he needed supplies rather than hide them in caves and other places people and creatures could find.
He didn't actually have a place he lived. "So you have no need to move around. I suppose the mine shafts give you plenty of options to slip passed things coming your way. Plus all the magical traps." He sighed and closed his eyelids, but his head lifted a touch at the name. "Gabriel? That's a rather human name." He rolled to his back again, spreading his arms out around him. "My name is Jack." Only fair to reciprocate.