alone I could barely light a match

[soulbonder]

WHO: Astral, Yuma
WHERE: MAC
WHEN: August 2nd
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: They talk about stuff.
FORMAT: Prose
Astral waits while sitting on roof of the MAC, legs dangling over the ledge. He's not looking anywhere particular. What is there to look at? Everything in this world is so boring and gray.

It shouldn't take Yuma long to meet him here, a few moments at most.

Then they'll talk about... something. The Network? About Feferi's departure, about Klarion... Their most recent argument? Perhaps. Or they won't talk at all.

Comments

[soulbondee]

He watched Astral's face, for any further clue as to what he was feeling, but... whatever it was, it was bad, wasn't it? He didn't really need to know the technicalities. Klarion wanted to do something, and it was something that frightened and hurt Astral. So the only real answer was to stop Klarion from doing it, or stop him from wanting to.

See through your opponent's motive, and stop it.

When he spoke, his voice was steady, in the way he got when things were serious and he had a path before him; he didn't look directly at Astral, even as he spoke.

"I want to go there and talk to him."