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Ooc — Victoria
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March 07, 2015, 07:25 AM
(This post was last modified: March 07, 2015, 07:25 AM by Sinaaq.)
so most of this post is useless fluff. xD
The girl gave a brief nod to show that she understood that he held no intentions of delving into such deep things with her, though he would not have cared nor changed his mind whether she understood or did not. That wasn't his problem, he figured. For a moment Sinaaq studied her, wondering what Quicksilver would have thought of this girl. Sinaaq's initial thought was the one that seemed most obvious to him: he would likely try to add her to his list of conquests. After all, it was what he had done to
every girl they had stumbled upon in their brief time traveling together; unbeknownst to Sinaaq that this girl was actually his once companion's sister. After a concise stretch of silence she offered him her name. Simple. Short.
Nova. Nothing like the complication that was his or his nephew's names. Traditionally, his family had taken Inuit names, except for the women. They were prized in his family and got to choose their own names. How displeasing it must have been for his father when Sinaaq was born a boy but with the angular and deceiving beauty often associated with the female gender.
Akiak Arrluk had despised his son. His own flesh and blood, and so Sinaaq had learned to despise him and his mother, both of whom were so ready to allow him to die by refusing him, an infant at the time, the supplement he needed to survive: food. Warmth. If not for Nan and Frigga, his eldest and favorite sisters, starvation or hypothermia would have claimed his life.
His name was not something that he coveted like a stolen and priceless treasure. "Sinaaq. I am called Sinaaq," Though Adlartok had called him “Uncle Sin” at times. Nicknames were not something he'd ever gotten into the habit of if because his surrogate mothers had only ever called him by the full variation, though he had affectionately called Adlartok numerous nicknames. The darkling turned his eyes to her then, assessing her again, curious as to her reaction to him actually deigning to give her his name, when thus far he had not given her much of anything.