[ vash is leaning into the pool, the bend of his body over the water almost precarious, with his mechanical hand clutched tightly around a handful of grass - staining the smooth metal with its sap and dirt, but he doesn't seem to notice it. cassian's approach, too, goes unnoticed - at least until the man is crouching down to his level and speaks to him.
his gaze flies up - startled, ashamed, guilty, maybe a bit fearful; a myriad of emotions flickering past his features that are altogether too easy to read - wide open blue eyes that reflect the moons, same as the waters. ] Oh! I'm sorry —
[ as if he is intruding in on cassian's personal space and not the other way around, even if this is technically a gathering meant for welcoming of the newcomers. the apology is unplaced, misplaced, much the same as the man who utters it, who laughs with an awkward abandonment of someone who is trying their very best to ignore the reason why this conversation is even happening. the water is still, beside them, the silvery shivering of moonlight the only play of image across its surface. ]
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his gaze flies up - startled, ashamed, guilty, maybe a bit fearful; a myriad of emotions flickering past his features that are altogether too easy to read - wide open blue eyes that reflect the moons, same as the waters. ] Oh! I'm sorry —
[ as if he is intruding in on cassian's personal space and not the other way around, even if this is technically a gathering meant for welcoming of the newcomers. the apology is unplaced, misplaced, much the same as the man who utters it, who laughs with an awkward abandonment of someone who is trying their very best to ignore the reason why this conversation is even happening. the water is still, beside them, the silvery shivering of moonlight the only play of image across its surface. ]