<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br/><hr/><br/>Adán offered a slow, thoughtful nod to Ramzi’s questions, despite the chaos of the others around him.  It’s a fixed gaze, some might even think it disarming, but one that communicated his interest in the former Arbiter’s words nonetheless.  “Words taken.  Though I confess there may be a time we might be at odds; I see no reason to… live out this sentence in peace.  Certainly not without my Tecpatl.” Adán  frowned, as if aware enough stubbornness was unbecoming on him.  It certainly was not a trait that he was known for; still, the taking of his Armament felt personal.  Truth be told, so did finding his home on Elysium erased in a way not unlike the one he had during his favored time in Gaia.  He tried not to think about that, though.<br/><br/>itter humor cut through his morose façade, though, as he found himself snorting at the dangers of being around mortals, about being discovered.  “I do fear, though, that if we are to keep the company of only each other for the rest of our existence, we may well go mad.  Security comes at many high prices.”<br/><br/>Fen’s question earned him a strange, puzzled blink for a moment, as if Adán required those few seconds to even fathom how his line of talk landed on the subject of sexual preferences.  Still he straightened his spine, “No… I… my brothers and I never quite were drawn to humans in that way.  I know there are enough others who visited Gaia who saw it otherwise.”  Adán’s lips twitched slightly, as if perhaps suspecting he was in the company of those<em>others</em>.  “Their fragility held other beauties, though…”<br/><br/>Despite Adán’s voiced objections about spending unforeseen amount of days with the group, his feet remained fixed.  Clearly, for the moment, the company was better than the alternative isolation.  “Arizona…,” he played the name on his tongue.  He was familiar enough with Gaia to know that Arizona was like a little tease.  A place showing similarity enough to the lands he once walked, but far enough to not feel utterly freeing and familiar.  Still, there were worse places to be; cold places.<br/><br/>Korey’s ritual has him watching intently, brown eyes focused on the flash of blood.  Ultimately he watched the dried plant fall, a wry smile upon his face.  It was, after all, tempting enough to use his own blood to bring back the life to the foliage cast aside, completing a circle.  As Adán was apt to do.  Then again, that would be exactly the wrong kind of attention to bring, would it not?<br/>