CONCEPTUALIZATION - (You’ve laid down a foundation for her to build something of her own on top.) He grins. Maybe this is what being a teacher felt like. It feels important. He feels invigorated, excited. He starts babbling more.
“Yeah! God, there was this girl that did aerostatic graffito- graffito written on the ground so uh, the coalition airships flying over the city would see them-”
This is how Harry tends to talk about Revachol. The basics, that it was his home city occupied by a foreign power, have come across in his anecdotes. It’s not exactly a detail he lingers on. Not indifferent, but not exactly passionate. Just a fact about his hometown. Something he’s connected to but also has little hands on memory of.
“And it was mixed with heavy fuel. Super flammable. When the words went up in flames it was so striking. If we could do that on a building. Without burning it down. That’d be fucking disco, right?”
He looks wistful for a moment before turning back to her. He starts prying the can lid off with his talons, squinting in concentration.
“This is going to be fucking awesome though, even if it isn’t on fire. Fire burns out fast. It can burn and leave marks but it can’t really last.”
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CONCEPTUALIZATION - (You’ve laid down a foundation for her to build something of her own on top.)
He grins. Maybe this is what being a teacher felt like. It feels important. He feels invigorated, excited. He starts babbling more.
“Yeah! God, there was this girl that did aerostatic graffito- graffito written on the ground so uh, the coalition airships flying over the city would see them-”
This is how Harry tends to talk about Revachol. The basics, that it was his home city occupied by a foreign power, have come across in his anecdotes. It’s not exactly a detail he lingers on. Not indifferent, but not exactly passionate. Just a fact about his hometown. Something he’s connected to but also has little hands on memory of.
“And it was mixed with heavy fuel. Super flammable. When the words went up in flames it was so striking. If we could do that on a building. Without burning it down. That’d be fucking disco, right?”
He looks wistful for a moment before turning back to her. He starts prying the can lid off with his talons, squinting in concentration.
“This is going to be fucking awesome though, even if it isn’t on fire. Fire burns out fast. It can burn and leave marks but it can’t really last.”