Musings on being human...
::Morgif sits at the table next to a sheep and looks across at the lovely Sangria sitting before him, pondering the night thus far silently.::
I was sitting in the courtyard, a sword...then something happened and I became human? What happened...I can't remember...I just remember suddenly being human...and I had to find her and get to this ball. We stole liberated these clothes from the treasure room and came here...
...then there was that whole thing on the balcony. What was that about? I wanted her close to me, and I could feel the warmth of her breath through the fabric of my tunic...and then my dagger moved? I don't understand this human body at all... I like her, but why is all this moving about whenever I feel her against my body? I want to be near her, but I fear it as well...
::He looked across at her smiling softly, wondering what he was doing and where he was going. Suddenly, he understood why humans and Mazoku alike do so many strange things when they feel...what was he feeling? Love? It felt different than what he felt towards her when he was a sword. More maddening and confusing, with all these physical feelings mixed about making it so much less sensible.
::And all he could do is sit at the table with his dual urges playing against him. On the one hand, he wanted to flee from her to somewhere - anywhere - safe where he wouldn't be so vexed by these feelings. At the same time, he wanted her close to him and cursed the table's breadth between them.
::And so he sat, calmly sipping a glass of wine while the world around him continued to whirl dizzyingly.::
I was sitting in the courtyard, a sword...then something happened and I became human? What happened...I can't remember...I just remember suddenly being human...and I had to find her and get to this ball. We stole liberated these clothes from the treasure room and came here...
...then there was that whole thing on the balcony. What was that about? I wanted her close to me, and I could feel the warmth of her breath through the fabric of my tunic...and then my dagger moved? I don't understand this human body at all... I like her, but why is all this moving about whenever I feel her against my body? I want to be near her, but I fear it as well...
::He looked across at her smiling softly, wondering what he was doing and where he was going. Suddenly, he understood why humans and Mazoku alike do so many strange things when they feel...what was he feeling? Love? It felt different than what he felt towards her when he was a sword. More maddening and confusing, with all these physical feelings mixed about making it so much less sensible.
::And all he could do is sit at the table with his dual urges playing against him. On the one hand, he wanted to flee from her to somewhere - anywhere - safe where he wouldn't be so vexed by these feelings. At the same time, he wanted her close to him and cursed the table's breadth between them.
::And so he sat, calmly sipping a glass of wine while the world around him continued to whirl dizzyingly.::