[Arms crossed, Zelos grits his teeth and averts his eyes off to a wall, counting the imperfections on the paintjob and trying to ignore the tick-tick-tick that harshly tap-tap-taps from within him, through his ether and against the walls of his veins. Turns out that the whole display of affection right in front of him is a little too much to bear, actually. So slowly, as Anna and Lloyd hug it out, he turns away and walks off until he's by a window and looks out of it, off to the sky.
Malos offered them a place to stay. Fair, the Aegis guesses, but he can't help being anxious anyway. Zelos can't see the moons from this angle, but there's still stars in the darkened vault above, so it can't be too much later from when they left the inn. He has no way to tell what time it is on him and honestly refuses to go looking for a clock right now, but if he guesses around he might as well pinpoint it as somewhere in the early morning. Out of the corner of his eye he dares a glance at the other four people in this house, unconsciously tapping that tick-tick-tick rhythm against his forearms. At this rate the humans of this strange party--mostly his driver--are only going to get a handful of hours of rest, and Zelos knows just how delicate and fragile humans can get when they don't get sleep. They really are going to have to wait until daybreak, but even that's risky, because-- because--
He could leave, instead. Slip out of here and rush forward into the night until he's lost in his own terms, not really free but at least shrouding himself in an illusion that feels like something close. It's pretty clear that he's the one piece that doesn't fit in this picture, anyway, and from the way they regard each other then he highly doubts that anyone would dare kill Sheena just to get him back should he actually manage to escape, but...
Zelos looks back outside. Squints at the darkness, gets distracted by the reflection of whatever orange ether light he hasn't hidden that falls on the window glass, and thinks of a fire he set only a few hours ago. Thinks of red liquid on a green glass floor, and instinctively his right hand reaches to touch his core crystal. Tick-tick-tick, comes his humming glow of life through it, come his nerves and confusion. The greenery shrouded in night outside mocks him. Little bird, little bird, little bird, it chants. But Zelos can't go out there now. Because even if these people don't kill Sheena, then someone else out there will find him instead, and then--
Fingers tightening on the pink fabrics of his gloves, his whole hand moving to protectively cover his crystal. His teeth clenching, pulse quickening, his eyes closing. One thing loud in his ears, one sound, one pull:
What's up fuckers I think blades should vote
Malos offered them a place to stay. Fair, the Aegis guesses, but he can't help being anxious anyway. Zelos can't see the moons from this angle, but there's still stars in the darkened vault above, so it can't be too much later from when they left the inn. He has no way to tell what time it is on him and honestly refuses to go looking for a clock right now, but if he guesses around he might as well pinpoint it as somewhere in the early morning. Out of the corner of his eye he dares a glance at the other four people in this house, unconsciously tapping that tick-tick-tick rhythm against his forearms. At this rate the humans of this strange party--mostly his driver--are only going to get a handful of hours of rest, and Zelos knows just how delicate and fragile humans can get when they don't get sleep. They really are going to have to wait until daybreak, but even that's risky, because-- because--
He could leave, instead. Slip out of here and rush forward into the night until he's lost in his own terms, not really free but at least shrouding himself in an illusion that feels like something close. It's pretty clear that he's the one piece that doesn't fit in this picture, anyway, and from the way they regard each other then he highly doubts that anyone would dare kill Sheena just to get him back should he actually manage to escape, but...
Zelos looks back outside. Squints at the darkness, gets distracted by the reflection of whatever orange ether light he hasn't hidden that falls on the window glass, and thinks of a fire he set only a few hours ago. Thinks of red liquid on a green glass floor, and instinctively his right hand reaches to touch his core crystal. Tick-tick-tick, comes his humming glow of life through it, come his nerves and confusion. The greenery shrouded in night outside mocks him. Little bird, little bird, little bird, it chants. But Zelos can't go out there now. Because even if these people don't kill Sheena, then someone else out there will find him instead, and then--
Fingers tightening on the pink fabrics of his gloves, his whole hand moving to protectively cover his crystal. His teeth clenching, pulse quickening, his eyes closing. One thing loud in his ears, one sound, one pull:
Tick-tick-tick-tick.
The little bird can't yet fly.]