[ When the demon strides over to stand at Matt's side, it's with a singular goal in mind. At the best of times J is a pragmatic, calculating being, but circumstances have nudged those instincts towards impatience. It's been days since the Santifier's death, and still the scars from the battlefield feel fresh as the moment they transpired. Yet in that time everything has slowed to a near crawl as their forces spent time licking their wounds as they either recuperated or reforming broken bodies to step back into this world born anew. It feels as if they've been doing nothing to remedy one tragedy in the aftermath. A loss entirely unaddressed beyond his words to the Regent, and the effort he undertakes now to return what's been stolen. ]
There you are, Matthew. [ Tall as he is, J has a habit of leaning into the personal space of whomever he's speaking to, reminiscent of something feline making its presence known by relentlessly demanding attention, and resorting to contact if simply taking up space doesn't get the job done. If anything, his is a greeting full of warm familiarity. All of it topped with the finishing touch of a hand that settles upon Matt's right shoulder. ] I've been meaning to catch up, but we've been rather like ships in the night, you and I.
How are you holding up- [ There's a thoughtful tilt of his head, without a hint of further clarification if J is discussing the scars left after a battle, the execution, or Matt's glaring absence the last few days and what that implies. Rumors pertaining to Aions, both Pleroma and Kenoma alike, don't stay sealed behind lips among the gossip network in Achamoth. So by the time he seeks out the man who had shown a knack for spell work and promised to aid J in finding a lost possession once before, the demon has long since caught wind of Matt's spell of forced downtime. ] All things considered?
[ It's as good an icebreaker as any to open with, by touching on a present wound and all at once soothing that fresh hurt. A demonic tool of the trade, but useful as always. ]
After the execution
There you are, Matthew. [ Tall as he is, J has a habit of leaning into the personal space of whomever he's speaking to, reminiscent of something feline making its presence known by relentlessly demanding attention, and resorting to contact if simply taking up space doesn't get the job done. If anything, his is a greeting full of warm familiarity. All of it topped with the finishing touch of a hand that settles upon Matt's right shoulder. ] I've been meaning to catch up, but we've been rather like ships in the night, you and I.
How are you holding up- [ There's a thoughtful tilt of his head, without a hint of further clarification if J is discussing the scars left after a battle, the execution, or Matt's glaring absence the last few days and what that implies. Rumors pertaining to Aions, both Pleroma and Kenoma alike, don't stay sealed behind lips among the gossip network in Achamoth. So by the time he seeks out the man who had shown a knack for spell work and promised to aid J in finding a lost possession once before, the demon has long since caught wind of Matt's spell of forced downtime. ] All things considered?
[ It's as good an icebreaker as any to open with, by touching on a present wound and all at once soothing that fresh hurt. A demonic tool of the trade, but useful as always. ]