Grencia Mars Elijah Guo Eckener (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jazzchagren) wrote, |
Ah. It's an agreement with the statement so much as it's an invitation to join him.
Mm..the things that were said, and the things that weren't. Communication is a bit of a double edged sword at times. Swords. Polished and sharp and good for many more things than what they were created for. He realizes that his smile must be a bit wicked, rueful. Gren pulls himself out of his reverie and looks at Cesare across the table as the other swallows and shakes his head. He's slightly distressed that he seems to have touched a nerve, but then, everyone had the thing that got to them, and that itself had nothing to do with him. Thank you. I always struggle a bit with words. They're harder to control than notes or numbers.
He smiles at the idea of Cesare on double dates with his sisters, even though he's pretty sure that's not how things went back then. Funny, to picture him looming over some smaller man with a dagger. Some brother I'm sure you were. But true. There are some men that shouldn't even be cut open, I wager. Never know what sort of demons you might be letting out in doing that. A bit as an afterthought, teasing. You think you'd find it easier to be a woman now?
He looks down at his cigarette as the heat draws closer to his skin and the ash falls on the table. The corner of his mouth dips slightly before he stubs it out in the ashtray. He needs to stop wasting things. Cigarettes, time.
Yes, lots of walking. It's a bit different knowing I can't die of hypothermia if I stray too far from my room. His smile is genuine and amused this time. And I didn't know that there could be such a thing as too much wine, but I understand what you mean. I think I need a hobby or something. A short laugh. Oh, that would be interesting to see. The secret letters of the Vatican. I imagine they're probably not as exciting as I'd like them to be though. How is that computer working out for you, by the way?
Mm..the things that were said, and the things that weren't. Communication is a bit of a double edged sword at times. Swords. Polished and sharp and good for many more things than what they were created for. He realizes that his smile must be a bit wicked, rueful. Gren pulls himself out of his reverie and looks at Cesare across the table as the other swallows and shakes his head. He's slightly distressed that he seems to have touched a nerve, but then, everyone had the thing that got to them, and that itself had nothing to do with him. Thank you. I always struggle a bit with words. They're harder to control than notes or numbers.
He smiles at the idea of Cesare on double dates with his sisters, even though he's pretty sure that's not how things went back then. Funny, to picture him looming over some smaller man with a dagger. Some brother I'm sure you were. But true. There are some men that shouldn't even be cut open, I wager. Never know what sort of demons you might be letting out in doing that. A bit as an afterthought, teasing. You think you'd find it easier to be a woman now?
He looks down at his cigarette as the heat draws closer to his skin and the ash falls on the table. The corner of his mouth dips slightly before he stubs it out in the ashtray. He needs to stop wasting things. Cigarettes, time.
Yes, lots of walking. It's a bit different knowing I can't die of hypothermia if I stray too far from my room. His smile is genuine and amused this time. And I didn't know that there could be such a thing as too much wine, but I understand what you mean. I think I need a hobby or something. A short laugh. Oh, that would be interesting to see. The secret letters of the Vatican. I imagine they're probably not as exciting as I'd like them to be though. How is that computer working out for you, by the way?