”Neither did I… But I’m not… all too surprised.” He replied, red eye glancing down at the outstretched hand, but other than that he said nothing about said hand.
”To assume that.. you’re the only one.. in a universe.. with so many… is to be… very closed-minded.” Dark moved his glance back up to the other’s face, “But.. I think.. that I am.. rather closed minded.. at times. Of course.. for all intents and.. purposes, this benefits me.”
“Of course; the only needs that truly matter are the needs of the self.”
Though, in all honesty, it isn’t as though he’s ever had anyone else to think about. Beyond the few memories he possesses of a childhood spent in the body of his lighter counterpart, his world has consisted of only himself and any events that happen within the walls of his watery prison… Which isn’t a whole lot, if truth be told.
The shadow lets his hand drop back to his side, trying his best to push back any obvious relief that he isn’t in this mess alone. It’s awfully foolish to form attachments, even towards one so much like himself.
No harm. Such words could hold so little and so much meaning that she was weary to accept them. But even with eyes as red and blood and tones darker than pitch, she could not help but feel a pang of empathy.
She was special, too, after all;
Demon did not always mean monster.”Those who are not welcome are those who mean harm.
If you are true to your word then I have no issue with your loitering.
Fair warning to you, though, little demon-
do not step out of bounds in this holy domain.”
“I’ll be good, I promise.”
Mischief makes itself all-too apparent in both his tone – a soft sing-song – and a cheeky, impish smile.
At this point, he has decided to refrain from damaging anything (or anyone) beyond all repair, for this woman has momentarily earned his trust by welcoming him where others likely would not…
–But that won’t stop him from having some light-hearted fun.
He is still but a child afterall, youth and inexperience hidden behind the guise of their adult physical form. Stretching boundaries is only in his nature.
“So this is sacred ground, you say?”
“Curious.. indeed.”
He found the same humour in this meeting, as shown through a slight grin.
“–Ah.”
The creature outstretches a hand as if to touch the other, momentarily driven by impulse and his inquisitive nature, but hesitates at the last moment. This one may be a kindred spirit, but in that same vein he may very well react dangerously, as he himself imagines he would do when touched.
For a second, he stops to think: Do the two of them count as allies, or bitter rivals?
He does not know, and he’d rather not find out the hard way.
“I never imagined that there might be others like me.”
A subtle shift. One hand moves to sit on her hip. She doesn’t trust him.
“Patience is a virtue- and here I believed all demons to be sinners.
What brings you here, little demon-
surely you did not find yourself in such lands on accident?”
"Perhaps I’m just special.”
–Or perhaps he isn’t even a demon at all.
Shadow, demon, spirit; these titles are all a mystery to him, though one might be tempted to label him in this manner. The Goddesses have done a good job at shielding him from the finer details of his existence, along with everything else about the world around him.
“I mean no harm.”
Whether he truly means that or not, he isn’t sure.
“I was only curious. Are those of my kind not welcome here?”
❝—What?!❞
A shout; youth both shocked and offended by how low the shadow was willing to go.
❝It’s called sarcasm, you—❞
Idiot, he wants to say— but it almost feels a little bit too much like he’d be insulting himself; and really, it was hardly the shadows fault that it had been trapped within the belly of a Temple for so long. It simply lacked the social interaction Link had managed to gain for himself.
That didn’t mean he would halt himself from raising his voice, however.
❝Don’t talk about things you know nothing about!❞
“You’re one to talk.”
The shadows’ tone falls flat, darkened features losing their intensity. He hadn’t expected retaliation from his counterpart, and so his response certainly lacks creativity.
“Well done, you’re allowed out in the big, wide world with your pony and your fancy-schmancy fairy.”
Yes, he’s pretty bitter that Link gets to play hero and yet he’s still ‘mister no-fairy’, cast out from the world around him.
“It must be so hard for you.”
( /chains self to tablet tbh. )
“…How curious.”
A double of a double - oh, such humor he finds in this!
