Your regularly scheduled creepy visitor

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and anyone who needs him... or wants to chat to him
Broadcast: No
Action: On any ship except Marsiva, Tourist or Red Fish because he avoids visiting two and can't visit the third.
When: While the fleet is moving and probably a bit after

[There is this thing Cole does.

He visits other ships. Sometimes he put the Pathstone alongside to visit and sometimes he takes a shuttle, but he's constantly wandering all over the fleet, being with people, circulating.

He hasn't done it in a while. He got a nasty fright and went into hiding for a while.

But the creepy psychic being is back! Sticking his large nose into all the business.]

Comments

[killedwithlove]

Admire her.

[It's a kind word. He hopes.]

[tallasaking]

Exactly so, Cole. I admire her greatly.

[killedwithlove]

... have you told her that?

[tallasaking]

[Now he is the one who pauses.]

... She would not take that well, from me.

[killedwithlove]

Why not?

[tallasaking]

Because she does not like me, Cole. Or at least, she does not see me as a man, but a small monster. I thought that much was obvious.

[killedwithlove]

Some people feel emboldened when monsters respect them.

You're a very bad monster. Protecting, providing, being small doesn't matter. Why does she see you as a monster?

[tallasaking]

Hmm. Fair enough. I always felt stronger with my father's respect and he is the largest monster I know.

Because I am ugly. Or ... rather, she sees me as ugly. I am starting to think she might not be correct.

[killedwithlove]

She is not. You're scarred. That means you lived. Living is beautiful.

[Cole reaches out to touch lightly near one eye.]

Your eyes are bright, brilliant. Sharp and sharing at once. Your passion is in them, nothing cold, nothing hard.

[tallasaking]

I've always thought as living as rewarding ... but I will take beautiful.

[He stills, those eyes widening slightly.]

...Perhaps she does not like green eyes? Or black eyes? Or both.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole shrugs, hands dropping back near Tyrion's and chin dropping to rest between them.]

Maybe she's just never looked.

[tallasaking]

...and maybe I should give her the chance to?

[killedwithlove]

Maybe.

I can't answer that for you.

[tallasaking]

Yes, I suppose I am the only one who can answer that.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole nods.]

Sometimes, it's like that,

[tallasaking]

Sometimes, it is.

Thank you, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole gives a small smile.

He's helped. Time to move on and find someone else.]

At least you'll know. I should go now.

[tallasaking]

I shall speak with you later, though?

[killedwithlove]

Probably.

[He stood up.]

Goodbye.

[tallasaking]

[A wry snort.]

Good night, Cole.