He allows that gentle touch, understanding the cue and lifting his head once those palms cup his cheeks; to Vanis, touch is transactional rather than personal, so despite the intimacy of the gesture, he's more comfortable with it than many others would be. The gaze that flits up to meet Hwyl's is light blue fading into lavender, a mixture of shades reminiscent of the heavens themselves rather than a single, unified color.]
No. Their scale of experience is so small compared to ours... there are many things they simply don't have the ability to comprehend.
[No, it isn't humans he resents, helpless creatures that they are. Their ignorance is understandable, even excusable to a point, because when one only lives for a few short decades, how can they possibly be expected to grasp the complexities of the world? There was a reason angels were given the responsibility to guide them.
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He allows that gentle touch, understanding the cue and lifting his head once those palms cup his cheeks; to Vanis, touch is transactional rather than personal, so despite the intimacy of the gesture, he's more comfortable with it than many others would be. The gaze that flits up to meet Hwyl's is light blue fading into lavender, a mixture of shades reminiscent of the heavens themselves rather than a single, unified color.]
No. Their scale of experience is so small compared to ours... there are many things they simply don't have the ability to comprehend.
[No, it isn't humans he resents, helpless creatures that they are. Their ignorance is understandable, even excusable to a point, because when one only lives for a few short decades, how can they possibly be expected to grasp the complexities of the world? There was a reason angels were given the responsibility to guide them.
It's angels who have no excuse.]