[ Lost in the memories of his past, Reign doesn't yet quite fully register as to who this red-haired human is. The man is missing an arm — must have been the vampires who did it, he thought — and his entire appearance, from his fairer skin and odd-coloured hair, is so very different from the usual human population. A rare Art, then? But it doesn't make sense.
Though when he's spoken to, Reign blinks from his lower vantage point, eyes warily glancing at the offered hand. The voice feels familiar, as does the mildly salty scent emanating from the man, the words a comfort to his ears. ]
N-no... No, I won't stop being brave. [ His own voice, shaky and child-like at first, builds in confidence as he finally reaches out to take the hand and pull himself up. While Reign may have gotten this man away to safety, it feels as if the redhead had saved him instead, a beacon of light in his otherwise bleak world. ] Are you all right? They didn't hurt you? I'm sorry about your arm.
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Though when he's spoken to, Reign blinks from his lower vantage point, eyes warily glancing at the offered hand. The voice feels familiar, as does the mildly salty scent emanating from the man, the words a comfort to his ears. ]
N-no... No, I won't stop being brave. [ His own voice, shaky and child-like at first, builds in confidence as he finally reaches out to take the hand and pull himself up. While Reign may have gotten this man away to safety, it feels as if the redhead had saved him instead, a beacon of light in his otherwise bleak world. ] Are you all right? They didn't hurt you? I'm sorry about your arm.