#sudriics — edward

[turkcentric]

This was a new start, and if Sadik were to be honest, it had been damn near impossible to do nearly that. He'd not only come from nothing--it had been hard enough raising a Werewolf child, but one that was different was even more of an anomaly. Homes changed often, and prejudice was plenty as he grew from a boy into a man.

To get this far, to end up in a completely different place from where he'd started had taken a portion of his adult like, and he'd fought like hell to make it happen. Staying put simply hadn't been worth it, but now that he was in a holy new place, how could he even hope to consider himself one of the lucky ones when all he had to his name was a shabby bag, slightly less shabby clothes, a hair tie that was doing its damnedest to keep his long, unruly hair in check, and a few coins hidden in the very bottom of his bag? From a decent place to crawling through hell to scraping for whatever scraps he could had taken its toll.

He'd been walking for a while, too, and even as he glanced over at the gentleman not too far from where he stood for the umpteenth time, he wasn't sure if he should actually bother the older man. It could start trouble--was very possible with how keenly he was dressed...

It took another moment of worry, of indecisiveness, but Sadik eventually steeled himself, tightened his grip on the pitiful leather strap attached to his lone possession, and walked towards brunet carefully.

"Excuse me," the Werewolf spoke up, trying to keep his hesitance from showing plainly upon his face or within his voice. "A question--just one, if that's okay...?" / @sudriics.

[invre]

❝ you need rest. ❞ || from edward!

first interactions — always accepting. // @sudriics [edward]

" No, " he answers, predictably. " I'm not tired. "

It's difficult to imagine, but there is nothing in Mithrun's demeanour that indicates he doesn't completely believe what he's saying to be true. He's not tired — he's never tired.

Even as he stands there, breathing heavily and swaying on his feet, he looks past Edward — it's clear he genuinely cannot see a reason as to why he shouldn't press on.

" It's not necessary. Please, step aside. "

[turkcentric]

Sadik released the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, but in a way, he'd been expecting anything, really. In fact, it could be said that he'd been subconsciously bracing himself for backlash, for disgust, or some measure of both. The fact that neither of those could be seen on the older man's face or in his tone was a great relief to the Werewolf.

Really, if he hadn't recoiled from the notable fangs then perhaps he was one of the good ones, but that was thinking too far ahead.

Besides, the older man had already given him a response, and here he was inside his head. Honeyed eyes regarded the other for a moment longer, the smile he held, before finally responding.

"Yeah--yes, please, I-- ... I'm trying ta make a new start here. Just getting here nearly wiped everything I managed to save. Is there a place that would help me get started here?"

While Edward pretended not to notice the other's frequent glances, he was nonetheless aware of them. It didn't bother him, so much as it got him wondering what exactly could be going through his mind. Was he lost and in need of directions? Did he need money? Perhaps he was simply looking to strike up a conversation. Whatever the case, Edward opted not to say anything. That is, until the man finally did speak up.

Edward regarded the stranger thoughtfully, his expression curious but not unwelcoming. While he was not normally one to make judgements based on appearance, it didn't take a genius to discern that the man was not from the area ( his accent alone was a dead giveaway ). However, he didn't exactly look the part of a tourist, either.

Nevertheless, he gave a small nod in response.

" Certainly. How may I help you? " he replied with a friendly smile.