And I had been doing so well until she showed up, throwing that around all over!
[The groan is exceptionally whiny, joking surely, but there's the seriousness behind it as well. He had thought he had escaped hearing that. Lloyd never called him that. It didn't mean anything here... He crosses one leg over the other loosely, placing his palms on the bed behind him as he leans back.]
It's how I'm second in power to the King. "The Chosen of Tethe'alla" or "The Chosen of Mana" or whatever you want to call it... It's a symbol of the church. They go on thinking I'm some great descendant of angels, powerful and rich and responsible for keeping the peace and making sure the world isn't destroyed...
[He trails off, even if his emotions are shining through a lot more than normally here. It sounds more like venting than just simple information sharing.] ...It's kind of a long story. The point is, I never wanted this. My sister would have been better. But with her in that abbey--
[He cuts himself off, because wow, he's getting carried away here. Too much at once, isn't it? Why is he just spilling everything! Ahhh he feels... more like a kid than he has in a long while. It's just embarrassing, and the frustration shows on his face briefly before he shakes his head.]
Well... I guess that's just how things are. [Rather than attempt to twist through the rest of that story and finally get back to his powers, he decides the easiest way may be to show it. Sort of.
It's not something he'd ever thought he'd do by choice outside of battle. He hates them, hates everything about it, feels only guilt, but as he rolls his head back to stare at the ceiling and think on that (and raises one hand in a half sort of shrugging gesture), there's a golden shimmer behind him, a brief shine on his chest, and the wings form slowly until they're fully visible.]
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[The groan is exceptionally whiny, joking surely, but there's the seriousness behind it as well. He had thought he had escaped hearing that. Lloyd never called him that. It didn't mean anything here... He crosses one leg over the other loosely, placing his palms on the bed behind him as he leans back.]
It's how I'm second in power to the King. "The Chosen of Tethe'alla" or "The Chosen of Mana" or whatever you want to call it... It's a symbol of the church. They go on thinking I'm some great descendant of angels, powerful and rich and responsible for keeping the peace and making sure the world isn't destroyed...
[He trails off, even if his emotions are shining through a lot more than normally here. It sounds more like venting than just simple information sharing.] ...It's kind of a long story. The point is, I never wanted this. My sister would have been better. But with her in that abbey--
[He cuts himself off, because wow, he's getting carried away here. Too much at once, isn't it? Why is he just spilling everything! Ahhh he feels... more like a kid than he has in a long while. It's just embarrassing, and the frustration shows on his face briefly before he shakes his head.]
Well... I guess that's just how things are. [Rather than attempt to twist through the rest of that story and finally get back to his powers, he decides the easiest way may be to show it. Sort of.
It's not something he'd ever thought he'd do by choice outside of battle. He hates them, hates everything about it, feels only guilt, but as he rolls his head back to stare at the ceiling and think on that (and raises one hand in a half sort of shrugging gesture), there's a golden shimmer behind him, a brief shine on his chest, and the wings form slowly until they're fully visible.]