[center][h2][color=9a45dc]Ivor, The Wild[/color][/h2][/center]
[sub]Location: Eye of the Beholder[/sub]
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Ivor remained silent, his gaze sharpening as he assessed Kira’s answer, or lack of one. It was difficult to read people sometimes, especially one as even and measured as the woman sitting in front of him. Perhaps it was because of that eveness that he was able to see the smile falter from her lips, how the bottle in her hands suddenly stopped turning. Ivor could practically see the walls go back up around her as she guarded herself from his question, retaliating with a cursory response. 

[color=DC561E]“Tell me about Aleksi.”[/color]

Her smile looked different now compared to earlier, Ivor wasn’t sure how to interpret it outside of falsehood. His eyes closed as he thought that, perhaps he delved a little too deep in trying to know her better, perhaps he’d been too sure in himself that she’d let him in further. Ivor’s eyes opened once more, soft again as the thought of how to answer her, because perhaps, right now, that liquor of Sya’s was hitting him harder than he anticipated and he should enjoy the company regardless.

He sighed, taking another small swig from his bottle, quickly tucking it away lest he be tempted further, [color=9a45dc][i]“Just like you Aleksi, eh?”[/i][/color] He spoke in his native tongue to no one in particular. [color=9a45dc]“Where does Ivor begin?”[/color] the giant stroked his beard, leaning back as he contemplated his old friend.

[color=9a45dc]“Aleksi is…man you can always depend on, but never truly understand what goes on his head.”[/color] Ivor gave a somewhat knowing smile, [color=9a45dc]“I think he liked it that way.” The smile quickly faltered and turned dour, [color=9a45dc]“People did not understand him or his nature, often they feared him because they judged too quickly, too harshly.” His eyes lowered to the table, his hand tightening into a fist, [color=9a45dc]“How could they know him though? Know what he suffered, what he lost…”[/color] he stopped and sighed, hand relaxing once more, [color=9a45dc]“It is not my place to say where he came from, only that it forged his heart to iron, his body into a weapon.”[/color]

Ivor’s face looked somewhere between contemplative and nostalgic, [color=9a45dc]“He and I came from two very different lives, but we became fast friends, he is a man I would call my brother and I miss him dearly.”[/color] His face twisted as he began to snicker, [color=9a45dc]“Though it took much, [b]much[/b] longer for him to call me brother as well,”[/color] Ivor laughed, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions as he let the memory sweep his emotions.

When the man finally calmed down enough to breathe again, he sighed in relief, [color=9a45dc]“It does not matter where we come from Miss Kira, where we call home is not the place where Ivor sleeps, but the people Ivor knows in his heart.”[/color] He looked at her, [color=9a45dc]“I see the people and how scared they are, but also hope in the eyes and the faces. It reminds me of my people, of my home. Ivor think that, one day, he can call these people his brothers and sisters, can call Dawnhaven home.”[/color] Ivor smiled another toothy grin, cheeks flush with booze and honesty. [color=9a45dc]“Ivor hope that one day you see the people here as home and as family, as Ivor sees you, Sister.”[/color]

[sub]Interacting with: [@The Muse][/sub]