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Damian wasn't surprised to find himself alone by the time night fell. Whoever chose to be in Nathaniel's bed near dawn was usually up and about long before he rose with the setting sun.
Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.
He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.
Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.
He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.
[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]
Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.
He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.
Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.
He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.
[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]
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"Thank you," she murmurs, taking his hand--now warm, and surprisingly human, and soft. "You may stay here, for a while, if you would like," she offers, diplomacy she has known since being a child still ringing clear in her voice. She is the heir, and does not tend to forget this. "But if you must leave, that is alright."
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"Rest," he tells her once again. "You have my thanks for providing me sustenance."
He releases Kida's hand after a small, grateful squeeze and makes his way to the door. He gives no formal words of parting as he exits, deeming them no longer necessary. A final look and he slips away, silent but for the beating of his reanimated heart.