[ Dangerous, certainly. He has an intellectual curiosity about this, being that most people handle him with gloves all the time, as if he's something that shouldn't be tampered with or talked to. The Black Sheep, the Bastard Child.
No one could honestly be attracted to him, of course— he doesn't believe that that's possible, or that he's capable of being loved at all— but Iona can be horribly naive (in his eyes), and maybe the small portion inside his cold, dead heart recognizes that as, say, endearing.
Maybe. ]
Would you like to see it?
[ He's a liar, he'll still be annoying even when he pretends not to be: that's the price of insincerity. This is precisely what makes him so repellent, but it's the only thing he knows, after all. ]
Iona. [ uh oh, he took away the 'Miss' ] I wonder if you'd come a bit closer.
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No one could honestly be attracted to him, of course— he doesn't believe that that's possible, or that he's capable of being loved at all— but Iona can be horribly naive (in his eyes), and maybe the small portion inside his cold, dead heart recognizes that as, say, endearing.
Maybe. ]
Would you like to see it?
[ He's a liar, he'll still be annoying even when he pretends not to be: that's the price of insincerity. This is precisely what makes him so repellent, but it's the only thing he knows, after all. ]
Iona. [ uh oh, he took away the 'Miss' ] I wonder if you'd come a bit closer.