[ triad. it's something he didn't know, and it helps flesh out a chapter of pagan before kyrat. there's a lot he could ask, but he's not entirely sure if it's allowed -- the past is something of a minefield, and it's hard to go in blind and predict where not to step.
so he stays quiet for a long moment, fingertips mapping out the shape of the tattoo. it really is beautiful, and fitting as hell. hard to believe he ever imagined pagan's back without it. ]
You're the peacock. [ there's an amused fondness there, the pad of his thumb stroking along that sharpened beak. ] Obviously.
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so he stays quiet for a long moment, fingertips mapping out the shape of the tattoo. it really is beautiful, and fitting as hell. hard to believe he ever imagined pagan's back without it. ]
You're the peacock. [ there's an amused fondness there, the pad of his thumb stroking along that sharpened beak. ] Obviously.
Who's the dragon?