This post is for Delight! ^0^
Milton wanted to make the Governor proud. He wanted to be a good boy in his new pack. Milton wanted to protect his pack and be strong. He wanted to be a good member so that he was not just a Cipher. He thought that being a Cipher was cool but the Governor made it seem like the Cipher was not that cool. Milton thought it sounded super cool. He wanted to be the best one in the pack. He knew he could do it. He knew he had the power to be strong and brave.
Milton went to be a strong boy on the border of the pack. He liked it a lot there and he wanted to protect it so that no one entered without permission. He wanted to make sure that he was good if the Governor came around to see what he was doing. Milton needed to show that he could be strong and loyal. He would die for his pack. He wanted to show that he was ready to live there forever. He danced as he walked to the border to look for scary wolves that might hurt them.
he's met with a pair of eyes so bright hot pink it's nearly painful and an exuberance that makes him want to revisit the idea of retreat with his tail between his legs. oh god what has he gotten himself in to. but they are a member of the pack so he can't just run off. delight grits his teeth. "melting... milton," he repeats, knowing better than to start some shit over someone's name (even if he really wants to), then glances toward the border. oh. "uh -- sure, okay." what are you doing, he thinks desperately, but somehow he feels like if he rejects him the strange boy will take it very personally. (maybe he's a little lonely too even if he doesn't want to admit it).
"so.. you're new to bracken?" the androgyne asks as he moves to join him, kind of wondering if he can at least find out what his deal is.
delight can't decide if the guy is endearing or nauseating (or a mixture of both, realistically) as he bobs along beside him. childlike, is that the word? or just kinda ... you know, a few crayons short of a box? well, "my name's delight singing-sunlight," he tells him, trying to absorb that burst of sentences, "oh -- um, not very long, though i knew him for a bit before i joined."
am i nice? he thinks dazedly, unsure what on earth about him would lead milton (melting, he corrects himself with a note of hysteria) to think that. does he look nice? he's never thought that and neither, he suspects, has anyone else, but it's flattering? maybe? "what, uh, what brought you to the sanctuary?" the chancellor asks, feeling distinctly overwhelmed.
a childishly pleased feeling settles in him when milton -- melting milton -- compliments his name. it still feels as if he's interacting with the world through a thin layer of cotton, but he'll take the tiny thrill of joy where he can, holding onto it tightly before it dissolves into empty anxiety and somber regret.
melting milton may be weird as fuck, but delight is starting to warm up to it. as long as he keeps complimenting him anyway. "that's good to hear," he says, "i'm, umglad you like it here so much." he'd probably feel the same if it weren't for all the, y'know. baggage. not that he wants to go anywhere else either; he just doesn't want to exist at all.
okay yeah he is very very charmed. when melting milton asks where he's from, delight hesitates -- unsure if he's ready to talk about tindómë yet. after a moment he takes a deep breath. "a pack named tindómë," the androgyne answers, "it was.. similar to here, in some ways. but we weren't doing so well, and my, um, my friend was pregnant, so alarian was .. generous enough to take us in." there. he stumbles over some of it, but it's a detached enough description, an overview -- enough for now. "what about you?" he asks, hopefully before milton can press for more details (that he definitely isn't ready to give yet.)