[ Though it had been, a little--he has a vague memory of holding the handle in his hands, the blade of the sword muddied in the dirt, and the rain; it's a memory that seems to pull at his thoughts, unhappy and twisted, and his eyes squint shut for a moment before he pushes it aside. It doesn't matter, does it? He can't remember a day he didn't have this sword at his back, and it's something necessary. The strength infused in him makes it easy enough.
Eager to pull the conversation elsewhere, he offers a faint chuckle, the sound more of a breath of bemusement through his nose; unfolding his arms, he gestures out with one gloved hand to one of the pendants, though he doesn't touch it. It's in the shape of a feather, long and curved, the detail on it surprisingly intricate. ]
Are we matching already? Thought you were at least supposed to buy me dinner first or something.
[ There's another soft scoff, before he draws his arm back and shifts his weight between his boots again. ]
But if you want to get one for me and one for you, at least then I'll know they don't really work. Silly charms are just silly charms, I think.
[ It's almost ironic for him to say this, given the fact that the sword at his back is almost a charm in and of itself, a gift from someone who wanted more for him than he even thinks he deserves. ]
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[ Though it had been, a little--he has a vague memory of holding the handle in his hands, the blade of the sword muddied in the dirt, and the rain; it's a memory that seems to pull at his thoughts, unhappy and twisted, and his eyes squint shut for a moment before he pushes it aside. It doesn't matter, does it? He can't remember a day he didn't have this sword at his back, and it's something necessary. The strength infused in him makes it easy enough.
Eager to pull the conversation elsewhere, he offers a faint chuckle, the sound more of a breath of bemusement through his nose; unfolding his arms, he gestures out with one gloved hand to one of the pendants, though he doesn't touch it. It's in the shape of a feather, long and curved, the detail on it surprisingly intricate. ]
Are we matching already? Thought you were at least supposed to buy me dinner first or something.
[ There's another soft scoff, before he draws his arm back and shifts his weight between his boots again. ]
But if you want to get one for me and one for you, at least then I'll know they don't really work. Silly charms are just silly charms, I think.
[ It's almost ironic for him to say this, given the fact that the sword at his back is almost a charm in and of itself, a gift from someone who wanted more for him than he even thinks he deserves. ]