[ With great dignity, Bondrewd gestures with both hands. The gentle flap of them a soothing enough gesture, akin to someone who seeks to bring down the energy level of a flock of noisy children, or attend to a keening animal that mistrusts all who approach it. The quintessential handflap of there, there. ]
So, I see. Wherever you went, while 'zoning out', did not seem a place that made you happy.
[ As he draws Vash to his feet, it is with ease. The flex of whatever structure hides below the heavy cloth-and-armor ensemble that Bondrewd wears betrays someone with plentiful strength, and the slow articulation of his tail counterbalances against all of — well, the gangle of limbs that come with Vash's rising. He is at ease as he steps closer, swiping his palms across the shoulders of the red coat to knock loose a little extra dirt — leftovers from the grave the recent arrivals crawled from, and straighten the edges.
And then,
to swipe the back of his cool glove across the redness under the man's eye. It would be a bold gesture, were it not for the familiarity of it. Bondrewd is not at all 'fresh' in the motion, but practiced. Countless years bandaging injured knees and coddling crying children seems to have evolved into habit, more than anything else. ]
The pools are said to mirror our memories, nothing more. Whatever you have seen, Vash, you are not alone in experiencing this. I have seen my share of memory, as well. My home, the people whom I have lost, even my daughter. A curious property of these waters, I wonder if it is a psychic field.
[ For a guy who just said he's seen his own daughter, he's remarkably driven by the way the pools WORK and not, you know, heartbreak over the sight of someone who was likely dead and destroyed with his old world. ]
I digress. There is naught better for tears than company. Have you found your way easily in this new world, Vash?
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So, I see. Wherever you went, while 'zoning out', did not seem a place that made you happy.
[ As he draws Vash to his feet, it is with ease. The flex of whatever structure hides below the heavy cloth-and-armor ensemble that Bondrewd wears betrays someone with plentiful strength, and the slow articulation of his tail counterbalances against all of — well, the gangle of limbs that come with Vash's rising. He is at ease as he steps closer, swiping his palms across the shoulders of the red coat to knock loose a little extra dirt — leftovers from the grave the recent arrivals crawled from, and straighten the edges.
And then,
to swipe the back of his cool glove across the redness under the man's eye. It would be a bold gesture, were it not for the familiarity of it. Bondrewd is not at all 'fresh' in the motion, but practiced. Countless years bandaging injured knees and coddling crying children seems to have evolved into habit, more than anything else. ]
The pools are said to mirror our memories, nothing more. Whatever you have seen, Vash, you are not alone in experiencing this. I have seen my share of memory, as well. My home, the people whom I have lost, even my daughter. A curious property of these waters, I wonder if it is a psychic field.
[ For a guy who just said he's seen his own daughter, he's remarkably driven by the way the pools WORK and not, you know, heartbreak over the sight of someone who was likely dead and destroyed with his old world. ]
I digress. There is naught better for tears than company. Have you found your way easily in this new world, Vash?