Monsters were Emil’s proficiency. That’s just how the boy was. Which meant, that he did stupid things every once in a while such as: fighting monsters out in a town where people saw, screamed, and ran.
Richard’s expression shifted, a flicker in the smile he wore before his friend, and his gaze lowered ever so slightly. It was something he all too familiar with, something that he was ill suited to offer counsel for. If there was a solution to nightmares of the past, he did not possess it.
“Sometimes our hearts are not prepared to let go even if our minds wish to move on. Even if it alright now, it still must have hurt back then… sometimes I wonder if such scars ever fully heal."
"Would you like some tea, Emil?” Richard asked. He was powerless to stop Emil’s nightmares, but he could help with the weariness that accompanied it at the very least. “I’ve several different blends to chose from."
Emil was not a stranger to broken promises, was no stranger to betrayal, to self-hatred, to attacking and lashing out in fear or otherwise, which was one reason most would find the blonde open to others. Yet it was not all, Emil simply held no problems with another person, so long as they showed signs of goodness. So long as they understood the difference in their actions.
After all, the summon spirit had no room to j u d g e.
”…I…I th-think… tea… would be nice.“ He decided to accept the offer. Understanding the kindness behind the offer, even if he knew that it would only be a temporary solution. ”…I don’t r-really mind which flavour… but … do you th-think I could help making it instead?“
He offered Richard a compromise. Avoiding picking a tea (so Richard could have what he wanted,) but instead help in making said tea. He hoped that Richard would be alright with this–
Maybe he’d gone a bit to far in suggesting it? By Martel, he hoped not…
Oops, now the kid’s upset. Good going Jules. But I didn’t do anything?! Shut up and make him feel better already.
“No need to apologize, it was a nice thing to say.”
"Y-you don’t have t-to p-patronize me…“
Emil mumbled eyes quickly closed tight in embarrassment. Why did he have to notice the other’s hair … he really wanted to touch it…
Slowly opening his eyes, the flustered expression refused to leave his face, a soft whine escaping his lips– ”I’m…I’m s-sorry, you’re t-trying and I’m b-being rude…“
↠ — ❞A shark? That’s pretty rude, y’know. Calling me some stupid fish like that.”
“O-oh…you’re … not?” Emil’s eyes widened for a second before he ducked his head quickly– “I’m s-sorry! I didn’t…erhmmm…b-but…I’ve never….sorry……” Emil’s face slowly grew in color, embarrassed. “Y-you just look … similar…I’m r-really sorry! What…what are you?”
☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?
