Jack couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, just a bit. It had been so long since he had smiled that it actually hurt from muscles that hadn't been used in such time. The story about Gabriel's mother was an interesting one too, and he felt his fingers twitch in the furs. "I suppose... that's an option if we needed a second opinion on your looks," he remarked, more out of jest than any serious thought. Most living things were uncomfortable with fingers and hands exploring one's face after all. "Snakes might bite though, I suppose."
While he didn't think about it much, he remembered distinct aspects of his own parents. The morning sun highlighting his father's golden blond hair, the twinkle to his mother's blue eyes as she smiled at some joke. His siblings' laughter as they told crude jokes while they worked. He supposed he remembered their death's more these days, how cold and quiet the world was when death came.
"Perhaps, but I've survived for a good long while, and I've been pushing myself since I was a boy," he murmured with a little shrug of his shoulders. He also had very little, if anything, to live for, so the pain was a reminder that he had work to do. "You almost make it sound like you value the company. Careful, I might have to be touched by the sentiment."
No, the hunters had probably never figured out what killed them. The Guild had because it was their job to know. "It doesn't matter. Only young one's with something to prove would consider the bounty, and they are too slow and inexperienced to find you in this place."
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Date: 2020-08-23 06:00 pm (UTC)While he didn't think about it much, he remembered distinct aspects of his own parents. The morning sun highlighting his father's golden blond hair, the twinkle to his mother's blue eyes as she smiled at some joke. His siblings' laughter as they told crude jokes while they worked. He supposed he remembered their death's more these days, how cold and quiet the world was when death came.
"Perhaps, but I've survived for a good long while, and I've been pushing myself since I was a boy," he murmured with a little shrug of his shoulders. He also had very little, if anything, to live for, so the pain was a reminder that he had work to do. "You almost make it sound like you value the company. Careful, I might have to be touched by the sentiment."
No, the hunters had probably never figured out what killed them. The Guild had because it was their job to know. "It doesn't matter. Only young one's with something to prove would consider the bounty, and they are too slow and inexperienced to find you in this place."