aramis never really knew just what to say in situations like this - he was an awfully blunt fellow and usually said things as they were.
and sometimes that's not what people wanted to hear. he knew that..
" ah, a nomad of the force ? a respectable title. " he tried -
aurelius couldn’t help but smile, though the act was somewhat bitter as he glanced towards the ground. once upon a time, that would have been an insult. but now, it was simply a compliment.
“I prefer not to think of myself as one, either. simply a nomad, nowadays.”
smallest smile. he didn't ( feel ) like a sith either - the force was strong around him, yes, but aramis couldn't feel that draining weight that came with sith magic.
a knowing nod. he knew little of the sith and their teachings, bar that they could be cruel.
he was there when the school was but an idea, though he had no more information than that.
" you don't look like a sith, " he tried to say lightheartedly, offering the -
oh he's not so bad once you get past that grumpy exterior - sometimes he even says 'hello.'
" me ? oh no, not officially. I help where I can, though.
and you - are you from the school of the hississ by any chance ? "
sorry, it's rude of him to not introduce himself first.
he's aramis, an old friend of altaer's. aurelius and his brother bare a striking resemblance, it's impossible not to assume a family connection.
" I'm not surprised, "
cue the vampire walking over with a bunch of vials and herb pouches under his arm as he takes the hound carefully with the other hand.
" poor thing probably feels like it's drunk fifty barrels of corellian ale. "
aramis couldn't help but laugh - always so brutally honest, though he could have been a lot meaner about it. either way, aramis didn't mind.
"I'm a doctor by trade, vinerius, not a comedian," the vampire gave the other a light pat on the shoulder.
"it's good to see -
—— meanwhile his jokes clearly seemed to lean to the more antagonistic side.
“ it’s like how one might begin to miss the smell of smoke .
not pleasant , but familiar enough to spark a smile . “
aramis knew he meant well, the two were just different in the ways they show their affection.
perhaps it's human influence, or that aramis is just quite the social person (when the person in question isn't trying to kill him.)
there's a proud little smile and a soft -
aramis, being the big brother he is, wraps vinerius in a hug.
please no stabbing, he's had far too much of that lately, he fears the force will just give up on him sooner or later.
"vinerius, it's good to see you alive and well," a smile accompanied his poor joke.
freezes , tossing aside his blade .
“ aramis . “
lil nod of acknowledgment .
( is this an affectionate greeting ??
is it too affectionate ??
maybe he should have just stabbed his brother as a greeting like usual )