[there is a moment where the quiet staring coming from Fearless must seem like being watched by an animal. the way he looks now, without a demonic ring of red around his iris, still looks so strange. like there's no light in his eyes, some have said, like a newborn infant before they've become aware. still as a statue, it might seem like Fearless is waiting for something. like a snake about to strike.
but instead, he stretches out his arms and rolls his eyes, lifting his head just enough to fold his arms under. ]
Damn.
[it's strange, really. it's been a long time since anyone has looked at him like that. no— that's not right, that's not exactly the feeling, he realizes in that moment.
it's strange because on Mars he was invisible. a statistic. one little boy looking at him, bothering with him, saving him from the streets eventually— that was a fluke. catching Vicious's eye had never been a given. if he'd shown up even a week before or a week later— would things have been different?
but here in Hell there are people like this, like Seras who doesn't always get what she sees in front of her but for some reason always does see it; like Greed whose deep unknown origin gives him some sort of timeless insight into the hearts of men; like Angel, who saw the warning signs of self-destruction because he made them himself.
Cater is strikingly perceptive, and months ago this would have been alarming. now, it's just strange. like Fearless is blinking through a blinding light only to find out that he's on a stage in a near-empty room, being looked up at.
like Fearless is the tiger Cater is seeing in the zoo, not the other way around.]
Eh.
Perception's subjective.
[and sometimes those subjective perceptions happen to be correct, which is probably why Fearless doesn't deny anything.]
Alright, so then, which is the nosiest sign, again...?
no subject
but instead, he stretches out his arms and rolls his eyes, lifting his head just enough to fold his arms under. ]
Damn.
[it's strange, really. it's been a long time since anyone has looked at him like that. no— that's not right, that's not exactly the feeling, he realizes in that moment.
it's strange because on Mars he was invisible. a statistic. one little boy looking at him, bothering with him, saving him from the streets eventually— that was a fluke. catching Vicious's eye had never been a given. if he'd shown up even a week before or a week later— would things have been different?
but here in Hell there are people like this, like Seras who doesn't always get what she sees in front of her but for some reason always does see it; like Greed whose deep unknown origin gives him some sort of timeless insight into the hearts of men; like Angel, who saw the warning signs of self-destruction because he made them himself.
Cater is strikingly perceptive, and months ago this would have been alarming. now, it's just strange. like Fearless is blinking through a blinding light only to find out that he's on a stage in a near-empty room, being looked up at.
like Fearless is the tiger Cater is seeing in the zoo, not the other way around.]
Eh.
Perception's subjective.
[and sometimes those subjective perceptions happen to be correct, which is probably why Fearless doesn't deny anything.]
Alright, so then, which is the nosiest sign, again...?