"Dramatic, am I?" Ravus watches that slow, methodical circle. Predatory, for all Ignis assures him that his head isn't on the chopping block. No, Ravus doesn't think anything so neat as the headsman's axe is coming for him. Not when this young, spitting image of a shark going 'round its prey keeps talking, drawing ever closer.
Closer and closer, Ravus watching him with a hand on his hip, and his head cocked in the perfect display of dramatics he's been accused of. But who can blame him for his thoughts? Paranoia has gotten him further in life than most other perceptions of people. And really, Ignis must know the picture he paints. There's nothing about this trap he's waxing on about that's subtle or unintentional.
And then there's the shark's bite right at the end, the damning question that vices down on his throat. Ravus can't quite meet his eyes.
With a great sigh, Ravus broadly gestures to the surrounding forest. It's quite scenic, if anyone were to ask him. Beautiful, and so very away from people. People he's hurt. People he thinks he's hurt enough.
"Here and there," is what he says, before setting that hand back on his hip. "The woods offer serenity, and solitude." Not much in the way of human comforts, but somehow it hadn't felt right to make a home of one of the empty cottages. "There was hardly a need to bother anyone about me, let alone your ever-so-nosy neighbor. I made myself gone, as suggested. I cannot go further; I have already tried."
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Closer and closer, Ravus watching him with a hand on his hip, and his head cocked in the perfect display of dramatics he's been accused of. But who can blame him for his thoughts? Paranoia has gotten him further in life than most other perceptions of people. And really, Ignis must know the picture he paints. There's nothing about this trap he's waxing on about that's subtle or unintentional.
And then there's the shark's bite right at the end, the damning question that vices down on his throat. Ravus can't quite meet his eyes.
With a great sigh, Ravus broadly gestures to the surrounding forest. It's quite scenic, if anyone were to ask him. Beautiful, and so very away from people. People he's hurt. People he thinks he's hurt enough.
"Here and there," is what he says, before setting that hand back on his hip. "The woods offer serenity, and solitude." Not much in the way of human comforts, but somehow it hadn't felt right to make a home of one of the empty cottages. "There was hardly a need to bother anyone about me, let alone your ever-so-nosy neighbor. I made myself gone, as suggested. I cannot go further; I have already tried."