⠀
❪ Averting her gaze elsewhere. She can be…a little distant.
Sure, conversations aren’t really a problem, but being hardened made it hard to build connections easily. ❫
⠀
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
Glad you do. I can't. Not like I used to anyways.
[Not..sensitive enough apparently. And a lack of manners as he just starts tracing the empty socket with a finger.]
..damn thing..little less cocky and i'd be fine.
Zenor
❪ Crossing her arms after a moment. While Edge’s expression barely shifted, something moved behind her otherwise sharp, bright blue eyes. It was slight alarm.
Eyes are sensitive, no doubt it might still hurt there. ❫
I see.
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
Hmph..fine.
[Slowly sitting down. Cross legged.
Just to be face to face with her as he removes the eyepatch, that empty wound on display.]
Ripped it out mid hunt. Great jaggri destroyed it anyways.
Zenor
❪ Averting her gaze, memories flashing behind a stilled expression. Then she shook her head, a scoff leaving her. ❫
Nothin’ important.
❪ Ah…sore spot. ❫
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
What caused yours?
Zenor
I’ll keep that in mind.
❪ Gesturing to a jagged, gnarly scar partially covered by her top. It looked…spiral? ❫
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
..yeah..I've seen worse.
[Gesturing to his eyepatch.]
Blood makes me. act up. Bloodlust.
Zenor
It was nothin’.
Just a scratch.
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
good. I could not stand to be near It anymore.
Zenor
yes.
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
..no. I didn't.
did your finger stop bleeding?
Zenor
You don’t have to tell me that.
⠀ 𝕰𝑫𝑮𝑬.⠀
at this point I don't care. The guild wants my head. They can collect it from my bloodied corpse.
Zenor
I feel like whatever I got goin’ on shouldn’t be anyone’s business. Who knows what they’ll do with it.
