[Argenti is never one who sees accidents as coincidental.
That lunge had been exactly where it was meant to be, lance like a single beacon of light in a flood of darkness. He had struck, fully intending for the Express to be launched out of the beast's stomach and the passengers aboard brought to safety. And yet, somehow, he'd felt the tug of the warp drive of the Express and saw Caelus running towards him, concern clearly on his face-
All of this has led them both to be somewhat stranded here, on this planet. He doesn't mind. It simply means Idrila has willed it that their friendship is meant to bloom like the roses Argenti is so familiar with. And who is he to deny his Aeon's will?
Still, it's obvious that he's accustomed to traveling in solitude- that was the ways of the Knights of Beauty, after all. To hold oneself to the Code of Chivalry demands sacrifice in many ways, to hone and keep one's sense of self focused on the true nature of Beauty and all its forms. Even cleansing himself in a river on a strange planet, there is no shame nor any sense of need for privacy in anything he does. One may be humiliated by the scars they carry from battle, but his journey is one that is built upon visiting death's door time and time again, just to catch a glimpse of Idrila. So for a man like Argenti, the scars he bears are many.
(His last companion had gone down the same path as he and had succumbed to madness, Argenti mercifully ending his suffering upon their last encounter. It is a memory of joy and of sadness all in the same breadth. He can't help but wonder, sometimes- will his journey on the Path of Beauty end in the same way?)
Their resources, thankfully, aren't limited. With both the environment open to them as well as things from the One and Only, they've more than enough to keep themselves comfortable. Of course, Argenti knows how to survive without the extras and do well enough on his own, but with Caelus along for the ride, there also comes certain risks. The Trailblazer is not the same as he is- what Argenti needs to live off of may be too little or too much compared to the other's needs. It is a careful yet precarious balance that needs to be kept until the Express can find them both and get them out of there.
With bathing out of the way, Argenti returns to dress himself, choosing to leave part of his armor off while his hair dries. But hearing his companion say his name causes his face to practically light up in response, his smile wide.] Your kindness truly touches me, Caelus, and I thank you for it.
[There is not an ounce of insincerity in his voice, he truly means what he says. He watches the other, finding his seat and taking the plate with the bread. One hand brings his long hair to the side and on his shoulder as he bites into his food, thinking, grateful they have food and can easily find more if necessary.
Still, he's noticed something.]
...my friend. [Argenti speaks, eyes searching as if to find a silent answer to a question never asked. Despite his ridiculousness, he likes to think he's decent at reading people.] You can speak of your troubles to me. What ails you?
[Because they're friends now, and this is what friends do, right? Of course it is!]
i am so sorry for writing a gd novel smh
That lunge had been exactly where it was meant to be, lance like a single beacon of light in a flood of darkness. He had struck, fully intending for the Express to be launched out of the beast's stomach and the passengers aboard brought to safety. And yet, somehow, he'd felt the tug of the warp drive of the Express and saw Caelus running towards him, concern clearly on his face-
All of this has led them both to be somewhat stranded here, on this planet. He doesn't mind. It simply means Idrila has willed it that their friendship is meant to bloom like the roses Argenti is so familiar with. And who is he to deny his Aeon's will?
Still, it's obvious that he's accustomed to traveling in solitude- that was the ways of the Knights of Beauty, after all. To hold oneself to the Code of Chivalry demands sacrifice in many ways, to hone and keep one's sense of self focused on the true nature of Beauty and all its forms. Even cleansing himself in a river on a strange planet, there is no shame nor any sense of need for privacy in anything he does. One may be humiliated by the scars they carry from battle, but his journey is one that is built upon visiting death's door time and time again, just to catch a glimpse of Idrila. So for a man like Argenti, the scars he bears are many.
(His last companion had gone down the same path as he and had succumbed to madness, Argenti mercifully ending his suffering upon their last encounter. It is a memory of joy and of sadness all in the same breadth. He can't help but wonder, sometimes- will his journey on the Path of Beauty end in the same way?)
Their resources, thankfully, aren't limited. With both the environment open to them as well as things from the One and Only, they've more than enough to keep themselves comfortable. Of course, Argenti knows how to survive without the extras and do well enough on his own, but with Caelus along for the ride, there also comes certain risks. The Trailblazer is not the same as he is- what Argenti needs to live off of may be too little or too much compared to the other's needs. It is a careful yet precarious balance that needs to be kept until the Express can find them both and get them out of there.
With bathing out of the way, Argenti returns to dress himself, choosing to leave part of his armor off while his hair dries. But hearing his companion say his name causes his face to practically light up in response, his smile wide.] Your kindness truly touches me, Caelus, and I thank you for it.
[There is not an ounce of insincerity in his voice, he truly means what he says. He watches the other, finding his seat and taking the plate with the bread. One hand brings his long hair to the side and on his shoulder as he bites into his food, thinking, grateful they have food and can easily find more if necessary.
Still, he's noticed something.]
...my friend. [Argenti speaks, eyes searching as if to find a silent answer to a question never asked. Despite his ridiculousness, he likes to think he's decent at reading people.] You can speak of your troubles to me. What ails you?
[Because they're friends now, and this is what friends do, right? Of course it is!]