Robust health is a lie. No one ever feels as good as they look, anyway.
Her own appearance belies the harrowing life she's led, the terrors she's witnessed, the obstacles she's overcome. She would probably out-wrinkle him by a country mile if it weren't for the vampirism stunting her growth so many decades ago. It didn't take very long for Seras to understand why her Master valued human's ability to age the way they do; there's such beauty to be found in laugh lines and "crow's feet," dark circles and scars, especially when framing a charming smile. It all tells a story about him she hopes she'll get to hear from him one day.
She accepts the joint in her own, decidedly fuzzier little paw, swallowing her nerves before lifting the roll to her lips to take a drag. It's not that unpleasant, but it hits her almost immediately that her poor little pooka lungs weren't prepared to be assaulted by smoke. She hands it back quickly, moving to cover her mouth with both paws, body wracked with coughs for a few seconds. She waves for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt him.
By the time she's gotten her breathing back to normal, she finds herself transfixed on that story, the word 'goblin' alone enough to send a shiver up her spine, raising her hackles.
"W-wait-- you. You know him." she swallows, eying Bruno warily. It feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest. Though, she's not sure if it's from nearly choking to death, or simply recalling that terrible creature's expression above her--
"Did he hurt you, too?" She knows she wasn't able to stop him, but did that mean... did that mean he was able to go on and hurt others as well?
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Her own appearance belies the harrowing life she's led, the terrors she's witnessed, the obstacles she's overcome. She would probably out-wrinkle him by a country mile if it weren't for the vampirism stunting her growth so many decades ago. It didn't take very long for Seras to understand why her Master valued human's ability to age the way they do; there's such beauty to be found in laugh lines and "crow's feet," dark circles and scars, especially when framing a charming smile. It all tells a story about him she hopes she'll get to hear from him one day.
She accepts the joint in her own, decidedly fuzzier little paw, swallowing her nerves before lifting the roll to her lips to take a drag. It's not that unpleasant, but it hits her almost immediately that her poor little pooka lungs weren't prepared to be assaulted by smoke. She hands it back quickly, moving to cover her mouth with both paws, body wracked with coughs for a few seconds. She waves for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt him.
By the time she's gotten her breathing back to normal, she finds herself transfixed on that story, the word 'goblin' alone enough to send a shiver up her spine, raising her hackles.
"W-wait-- you. You know him." she swallows, eying Bruno warily. It feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest. Though, she's not sure if it's from nearly choking to death, or simply recalling that terrible creature's expression above her--
"Did he hurt you, too?" She knows she wasn't able to stop him, but did that mean... did that mean he was able to go on and hurt others as well?