[ He frowns a little at the notion of Meridian's supposed gods, mouth twisting slightly in discomfort from that more than the procedure he's undergoing. But it loosens up almost immediately after, as though something has occurred to him — and then he is meeting her eyes, silent and holding weight to his own gaze.
Softens as her smile does. Of course he cares about her; he knows her. It's never a question in his mind — most people he inherently doesn't so much as regard. The people he's chosen, though? The ones he likes spending time with, ends up caring for? There is a drive to protect — whether they need it or not, whether they're stronger than him or not. It's something he wants to do.
Amos huffs a laugh at that little wriggle, staying still otherwise. His body isn't going to react in the middle of all of this, but at least she's ignited a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, a gentle curve of his own lips. Lover.
He's never been called that before. ]
Well, you can break me a little if you want. I got healing magic.
[ His amusement fades, a gentle tapering off as they get to the nature of the favour. Because yeah — now it's back to business, though his gaze remains soft. While he has a window to move he brings a hand up to the back of his head, using it to prop himself up a little more. ]
Yeah. Couple months back I tried getting into Heliopolis in Springstar. You know, where all their important shit seems to be? Their Tree, church or whatever... Tribune. [ A beat. ] Wasn't expecting to get too far in, if only because, you know. They probably figured out who I am by now.
[ He's someone who doesn't make any efforts to conceal himself; will always go out and about as himself. It's a problem for things like this, he knows. An area where he's destined to fail, unless. ]
Thing is, I'm going to kill Cyrus. [ There's no bravado in his voice, no declaration. It's merely a simple statement of fact, as though he were remarking on it being cold outside, or how he's going to enjoy the nap he's going to take when they're done here. ] So if I knew someone who could get close to him without him knowing... Figure out the layout of the place, his daily routine, where he's most likely to be at any given time...
[ The focus is back, combined with something expectant. Hopeful. Friendly? They are friends, after all.
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Softens as her smile does. Of course he cares about her; he knows her. It's never a question in his mind — most people he inherently doesn't so much as regard. The people he's chosen, though? The ones he likes spending time with, ends up caring for? There is a drive to protect — whether they need it or not, whether they're stronger than him or not. It's something he wants to do.
Amos huffs a laugh at that little wriggle, staying still otherwise. His body isn't going to react in the middle of all of this, but at least she's ignited a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, a gentle curve of his own lips. Lover.
He's never been called that before. ]
Well, you can break me a little if you want. I got healing magic.
[ His amusement fades, a gentle tapering off as they get to the nature of the favour. Because yeah — now it's back to business, though his gaze remains soft. While he has a window to move he brings a hand up to the back of his head, using it to prop himself up a little more. ]
Yeah. Couple months back I tried getting into Heliopolis in Springstar. You know, where all their important shit seems to be? Their Tree, church or whatever... Tribune. [ A beat. ] Wasn't expecting to get too far in, if only because, you know. They probably figured out who I am by now.
[ He's someone who doesn't make any efforts to conceal himself; will always go out and about as himself. It's a problem for things like this, he knows. An area where he's destined to fail, unless. ]
Thing is, I'm going to kill Cyrus. [ There's no bravado in his voice, no declaration. It's merely a simple statement of fact, as though he were remarking on it being cold outside, or how he's going to enjoy the nap he's going to take when they're done here. ] So if I knew someone who could get close to him without him knowing... Figure out the layout of the place, his daily routine, where he's most likely to be at any given time...
[ The focus is back, combined with something expectant. Hopeful. Friendly? They are friends, after all.
Lovers, maybe, apparently. ]
That something you could do?