08-26-2013, 11:13 PM
"Help."
Is the first response though the look on those bearded features says that is far from the end of it. He let's his gaze drift slightly, carving of small sections of memories and thought and laying aside the superfluous in favour of what he thinks might be important (as oppsed to what might be simply unpleasant).
"She wanted an eye somewhere safe. Quiet. Out of the eay and unimportant. She said I was s'pose to be a caretaker when that eye didn't work." Pause. Frown. That was 't right. "I looked after what she couldn't watch all the time."
That was better. The frown eased.
"Claudia." First time. He says it and it stays in the air, considered with some distsance. Rasmussen's minor approach is not given anything more than a return of his attention.
"They came for her." A statement and a question. "Came into the Corner looking for her? Or just looking?" Genuine irritation now, borderline anger. The beard puffs out slightly, the jaw clenching below it. Then, as if a returning to a previous thought.
"Who were you to her?" Because a sire is more than a parent. More than a lover. Complexity in that question.
Is the first response though the look on those bearded features says that is far from the end of it. He let's his gaze drift slightly, carving of small sections of memories and thought and laying aside the superfluous in favour of what he thinks might be important (as oppsed to what might be simply unpleasant).
"She wanted an eye somewhere safe. Quiet. Out of the eay and unimportant. She said I was s'pose to be a caretaker when that eye didn't work." Pause. Frown. That was 't right. "I looked after what she couldn't watch all the time."
That was better. The frown eased.
"Claudia." First time. He says it and it stays in the air, considered with some distsance. Rasmussen's minor approach is not given anything more than a return of his attention.
"They came for her." A statement and a question. "Came into the Corner looking for her? Or just looking?" Genuine irritation now, borderline anger. The beard puffs out slightly, the jaw clenching below it. Then, as if a returning to a previous thought.
"Who were you to her?" Because a sire is more than a parent. More than a lover. Complexity in that question.