hispreachings:

_{“ Nevy, I couldn’t just leave them there to bleed out
   and DIE ! Knowing that I could have saved somebody
   and chose not to because it might has been a hazard
   to my health would have KILLED me. “}

    She knew it to be true, Gil was a giving soul ( to a fault ), and as much as she would’ve enjoyed him leaving them to die where they were, it would’ve devastated his conscious. With a heavy sigh, a few bubbles expelled from her cyan lips. 

      “Alright. Well, I guess you’re alright and now they’re alive.
        So, how about we just send them off? And we can get back
        to preparing for TITAN, right?”

hispreachings is being scolded by the Princess. 

    “No! I won’t hear a word of it, Gil! That was dangerous, 
     and worse off you could’ve been hurt–or worse–KILLED! Please…”

forowas is cared for by the Princess. 

             “…Gil… “

    Still sound asleep, no doubt from his rigorous studying just the night previous. Even when out of the watchful eye of TITAN’s followers, Gil made an effort to not only diligently study, but to also pray for his success, for the health of the followers and blessings of TITAN. 

   Nevy herself had never been one for prayer, at least, she didn’t think she had been. TITAN was a mere means to an end, an answer to her question and a need for a purpose. Yet when she looked upon his figure in the courtyard… she felt a strange seed of.. contempt. But why? She’d never seen him before…. had she? 

                             “Giiiil, are you going to wake up?”

hispreachings:

_{Throughout the years, Gil had never once winced at
    Nevy’s touch. Even when he was angry at her, even
    when he was terrified of her. Slender fingers would
    caress his skin and he could never bring himself to jolt
    away, even when they weren’t expected. It was a caring
    touch. One would go as far as to call it motherly,
    or something akin to that sort of thing.} 

_{They were alone, and this was the only reason Gil
   was allowing himself to speak so freely, talk so loudly.
   He was flying hands and fingers through hair and
   rubbing his face with his palms. He was completely
   uncensored. Laughter and touches and gestures.} 

_{“ – What? “ He was perturbed by the statement, whipping
  around to fully face Nevy with a sheepish grin on his face,
  waving his hands and shaking his head. “ No-No! That’s
  not it at all! “ His voice was louder than before. He didn’t
  mean for it to be, but when he was distressed he
  had trouble controlling any aspect of himself.} 

_{“ I mean just! They’re confusing! It’s confusing!
   Everything’s confusing and I am confused. These
   people are just –
            I wouldn't go so far as to call them interesting.
     Er, 
       intriguing? “}

           “Intriguing?”

   She wouldn’t go so far as to call any of them that, really, they were nothing but trouble and so far Gil wasn’t paying that much attention to her because of it. The one woman he called Maggie hung on him like some sort of lost puppy; if she had the ability she’d swipe the young hothead away.

   Blowing a few bubbles in the shape of fish his way, her body floated nonchalantly to his other side, her gaze softened to one of love rather than annoyance ( which had been there minutes prior ). Each tiny fish floated around Gil’s head before popping into spurts of water.

   “I wouldn’t call them that, if anything, they’re troublemakers.
    They could risk everything you’ve worked hard for, Gil. I know
     you want to help people, but, sometimes its better not too.”

                                        Especially when it gets in the way.

hispreachings:

_{He exhaled deeply through gritted teeth,
   almost leaning into the touch. It was cool
   and comforting, like water against the back
   of his neck, only it made him feel twice as loved.}

_{“ Yeah, sorry. “ The words stumble out of his mouth
   and he inhaled sharply three times, blinking rapidly
   once he realized he had drifted off again. “ Sorry. “
   He repeated. “ Uh, no- I mean- I- I don’t know. “
   His voice is soft like the gentlest of waves,
   ebbing and flowing against the shore.}

   For a moment or two Nevy is quiet, observing Gil and his knee-jerk response to not only her touch but her inquiry. As much as he was honest he was equal parts stubborn and set in not only his beliefs, but habits ( both good and bad ). Yet her touch did not pull away, instead her fingers slipped further around with gentle rubs to his shoulders, as if to relax him and ease him; a technique she’d done for him throughout his childhood till now. 

   “Well, if nothing is wrong… but… 
     Oh… I don’t know–” 

   Palms that were once on shoulders pulled away and rested on his head, running pink palms through his silver tresses affectionately; twirling a few around the balls of her fingers. 

    “I guess I thought maybe we were close enough that
     you could just tell me when something is wrong, you know?
     But I understand if you want to keep it to yourself and away from me…”

hispreachings keeps the Princess company. 

                    “Gil…” 

     Ghostly palms cradled either side of the young man’s shoulders, her face gently pulled close to rest against his cheek. A motherly type of affection, “are you alright? Did you hear anything I said?” Seemed to be a regularly occurring  theme between the two; Gil fell into a silence when in the company of others or his prayers, and Nevy grew frustrated his devoted and attentions weren’t focused on her solely. 

             “This isn’t about that Maggie girl, is it?
                    Or maybe its the other two?”

herentry approaches the Princess. 

   Nevy had always been curious of the humanoid beings; whether they were actually human or not hadn’t exactly crossed her mind. But this one? She’d heard her complaining from just the other side of the wall, where Gil had been falling asleep, waiting for his name to be called. 

   Silently she did watch, her dark skin around her plump cheeks began to brighten red.