[ It's weird to feel someone's attention on him, a lot like the feeling of knowing someone's watching you. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up a little before he smooths them down; he isn't as wary of connecting with the Darkling anymore, not the way he is with most of the others. He's like an awkward, gangly, skittish deer that's warmed up to just a few people. There's still a large focus on not giving too much away, not sending a stream of consciousness into his head or any intense emotions, but he's a little more free with it than he was. ]
(Hey— how's my favorite Darkling?) [ Entirely facetiously sweet, but truthfully, he is one of Rhys's favorite people in the Nest. Not that there's a whole lot of competition. ] (Still alive? I'm assuming you're not contacting me from beyond the grave, so.)
iii a million years later
( Hey— how's my favorite Darkling? ) [ Entirely facetiously sweet, but truthfully, he is one of Rhys's favorite people in the Nest. Not that there's a whole lot of competition. ] ( Still alive? I'm assuming you're not contacting me from beyond the grave, so. )