even when the purpose of being a member of the family that he is is the center of his universe, where his sun is his brother and sisters and his own orbit is nearly irrelevant, jinhai is still a creature of his own whims. for the most part - when it's the smaller things that allow him to be comfortable in the world that they are in. he is a creature that is dappled in the moon that so sweetly grants them light and so viciously controls the tides, and in some ways, he has always been one with the stars that makes little sense to others. one with them insofar that he much prefers the soft shadows that come with the night than the all-revealing light that comes with the sun.

when faced with The Innocent™

"you've got a good heart, just ambrose." the pencil twirled between her fingers as she made the assessment, the graphite going back to paper once it was out. sometimes, greer wished she could be that innocent and kind. how different life must look to him, compared to the way that she sometimes saw it. unfortunately, she knew that things couldn't always be bright skies and rainbows, and she'd grown rather jaded, so there wasn't a lot to say about the condition or state of her ticker.

his, though... it was made of gold, she was sure. if she stared hard enough, she might be able to make out its glow through his shirt.

Seox sighed heavily, wordlessly ready to absentmindedly mumble ’ what’s taking them so long ’ and yet that makes him perk up. Annoying. Why was he so perturbed? He’s grateful for the mask that covered his face; shielding the world from seeing his discomfort & rage. The gloves on his hand held not the same weight as the gauntlet with his claws. He felt like a different person from the person he was not too long prior. It’s hard to live with. He’s never been … good at it. Change.