[ It's alarming just how pleasant this feels, he's stuck somewhere between craving the affection and selfishly longing for Spring to stay forever. Both, at least to this degree, are unfamiliar in their beauty. Holding a flower instead of a weapon, he wonders if that day will ever come.
Sluggishly, as if roused from sleep, he straightens up and stares ahead of him. The crowd parts and he sees Andros, giving him a very brief moment of clarity. Unconsciously, as always, their bond activates and sends a wave of distress his way. This is dangerous territory; he has to get out of here, but his body won't let him. He likens it to trying to tread water but being unable to keep one's head above the surface. ]
I've already eaten something; I couldn't leave even if I wanted to.
[ But the fight is gone just as quickly as it started as those blue eyes squint at Narciso as if trying to decipher his more than obvious intentions. He's probably one of the most easygoing people here but he knows what he wants in life. Whether he likes it or not (he does not), his Charm is making this feel real, like he's always wanted this. Quietly, as he drops the flower he was carrying, he murmurs with a resolute sense of sincerity. ]
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Sluggishly, as if roused from sleep, he straightens up and stares ahead of him. The crowd parts and he sees Andros, giving him a very brief moment of clarity. Unconsciously, as always, their bond activates and sends a wave of distress his way. This is dangerous territory; he has to get out of here, but his body won't let him. He likens it to trying to tread water but being unable to keep one's head above the surface. ]
I've already eaten something; I couldn't leave even if I wanted to.
[ But the fight is gone just as quickly as it started as those blue eyes squint at Narciso as if trying to decipher his more than obvious intentions. He's probably one of the most easygoing people here but he knows what he wants in life. Whether he likes it or not (he does not), his Charm is making this feel real, like he's always wanted this. Quietly, as he drops the flower he was carrying, he murmurs with a resolute sense of sincerity. ]
Yes. I want to stay.