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She shouldn’t have been surprised. What was Iona honestly expecting from Molyneux? He had ditched the group long ago and was only here due to being forced. The man was there under protest. Yes, that was it. He wouldn’t be shy in making that obvious if it came to it however, that wasn’t to say he was desperately seeking some sort of outlet for his disdain right now. Not overly, but there was a spark just waiting to be ignited.
After another member had spoken, Ayano fidgeted in her seat somewhat. “While I have never married a human though I too have had some relationships with human men,” she said while in half a thought, “some treated me nice enough, it was great for the most part. Perhaps I even forgot I was a demon while around them, but then there were few who treated me horribly. I was almost glad to be a different species, admittedly, and I really wanted to hurt them.” Everyone was quiet as the succubus told her story, seemingly invested in it as much as she herself was. Of course they had all been attending the group for a while now and so really it felt more like confessing to friends than mere strangers. “Sometimes I struggle to understand why it’d be so bad to harm a human... some deserve it I think. Humans can be just as bad as us, it’s not really fair... but I guess the Council knows what’s best?”
Nobody uttered a noise, clearly in half minds over it. But that wasn’t all too surprising. The Council was always a difficult subject to approach with demons. Some struggled to tell whether the Council was truly good, while others didn’t seem to mind being lead by them. And then you had Molyneux, who seemed to be in a situation entirely unique to himself. He wasn’t given a choice, but then maybe he needed to be controlled and rightly, have that right taken from him. Heck the Council wouldn’t even allow the half-demon to die if he wanted. They rather persistently kept him around.
“Um... I use to have human friends when I attended school, but I had to move around every few years since I didn’t age quite like my classmates,” the young vampire man spoke shortly after, “but one time I accidently bit a friend – I was always told to never smile, that way nobody would see my fangs. But it just happened and I had to move away the next day. I guess in my experience making friends isn’t that hard but... keeping friendships is. It’s hard not to feel lonely sometimes.”
Molyneux moved round and sat sideways in his chair, leaning his face against a hand and looking mightily sullen. He was still a bit hung up on getting told off, it reminded him of being with the scientists that worked for the Council; getting punished when doing something wrong, then getting praised when doing something right. He didn’t need that in his life again, and so whenever in any doubt he’d do what he always did, and sulked.
“Iona, don’t you ever struggle?” Ayano asked, raising her hand. “Don’t you ever have bad days, like us?”
After another member had spoken, Ayano fidgeted in her seat somewhat. “While I have never married a human though I too have had some relationships with human men,” she said while in half a thought, “some treated me nice enough, it was great for the most part. Perhaps I even forgot I was a demon while around them, but then there were few who treated me horribly. I was almost glad to be a different species, admittedly, and I really wanted to hurt them.” Everyone was quiet as the succubus told her story, seemingly invested in it as much as she herself was. Of course they had all been attending the group for a while now and so really it felt more like confessing to friends than mere strangers. “Sometimes I struggle to understand why it’d be so bad to harm a human... some deserve it I think. Humans can be just as bad as us, it’s not really fair... but I guess the Council knows what’s best?”
Nobody uttered a noise, clearly in half minds over it. But that wasn’t all too surprising. The Council was always a difficult subject to approach with demons. Some struggled to tell whether the Council was truly good, while others didn’t seem to mind being lead by them. And then you had Molyneux, who seemed to be in a situation entirely unique to himself. He wasn’t given a choice, but then maybe he needed to be controlled and rightly, have that right taken from him. Heck the Council wouldn’t even allow the half-demon to die if he wanted. They rather persistently kept him around.
“Um... I use to have human friends when I attended school, but I had to move around every few years since I didn’t age quite like my classmates,” the young vampire man spoke shortly after, “but one time I accidently bit a friend – I was always told to never smile, that way nobody would see my fangs. But it just happened and I had to move away the next day. I guess in my experience making friends isn’t that hard but... keeping friendships is. It’s hard not to feel lonely sometimes.”
Molyneux moved round and sat sideways in his chair, leaning his face against a hand and looking mightily sullen. He was still a bit hung up on getting told off, it reminded him of being with the scientists that worked for the Council; getting punished when doing something wrong, then getting praised when doing something right. He didn’t need that in his life again, and so whenever in any doubt he’d do what he always did, and sulked.
“Iona, don’t you ever struggle?” Ayano asked, raising her hand. “Don’t you ever have bad days, like us?”