Guided by their own set of personal ideals, reality is a discouraging place. This does not stop them from looking forward to a happier future, placing positive action through an intrisic drive. Because of this, they are better at living in the moment, rather than worrying about the future. Attentive listeners, they are highly perceptive to others. Scores highest in being Sincere, Sympathetic, Unassuming, Submissive, Easygoing, Reserved and Patient. However, once they form an intuitive theory on a subject, it is not something they can let go of freely and may be seen as unyielding. Focused on their own internal insights, they do use extroverted feeling in decision making. Highly aware of what others are feeling, they are less likely be be aware of their own emotions, but struggle to deny the requests of others in fear of causing hurt. Soft-spoken, they prefer to keep the peace and not challenge others. Seen as a walking contradiction at times, they wish to be noticed and appreciated but do not care for attention. Independent, but wishing for companionship. Highly logical thinkers who will step away and follow their intuition. Prefers deep, authentic relationships with similar core values. Requires time to process thoughts and feelings, recharging from social events. Struggles in self-care.
The softer side of the Enneagram 8's, they are more people-oriented,less materialistic and hold more patience. Basic Fear is being hurt by others. Basic desire is to assert control and guard themselves from threats. Key motivations drive them to be self-reliant, prove their strengths, resist weaknesses, to become important in their world, and to stay in control of their situation. They have a tendency to be calm, laid-back, seek independence, struggles to openly share emotions, energetic, confident, sees and accepts other perspectives, leads through support, protective, attentive, struggles to control temper, stubborn, dislikes rules or at least being told what to do, appears emotionally detached, and chooses their battles. a boundary setter who carries their energy in their stomach. possesses a quiet power and understated wisdom. attuned to nonverbal cues and body language. at worst, reclusive and dissociated. almost immune to anxiety.
☆ He has a conversation with Kier about strange human mating practices and how humans have never fully evolved. It's interesting, he takes notes, even through the strangeness of Fuel. At least until he finds out that people exchange photos and get off on them. He makes a face and is disgusted but also unsure. Do they ejaculate into air? Are there papercuts? This feels further lost than a lack of evolution. "But why?" The interpretation was taken so literal, and a new explanation had to begin.
☆ "It's the black one behind you, to your left." He turns, but he doesn't see it. There was a definition of the color he recalled, but thought from the image it didn't make any sense. That somehow it must have been a glitch once learned. Even now, it doesn't feel right. There wasn't a color search that left him with the same appearance, at least to his own gaze. The man comes up behind him, irritated, and grabs the item off the shelf with a huff. Handing it to him, while speaking slowly. "Black." This isn't black, he's sure. But he nods and smiles. "Thank you." Feigning ignorance to the man's mumblings back to the counter.
☆ 'Tick. Tick. Tick.' It's the sound of Kura's long tongue tapping along before the ever vigilant hiss. But there's more to this than an average day out. There's giggling. Light, happy, and not so far from him. He couldn't imagine what it was about but the tapping on his shoulder and movement from the reptile on his back says it all. A little girl with matching green skin and bright blonde hair is chasing Kura's wiggling tail behind him. It was one of those moments that was difficult not to smile in. A smile he didn't even recognize he had. Her brother rushing over, and seeing the expression Zuul had paused at stopping her. "Mama's going to be mad, you know. At what for here?" he asked her, only for the little girl to respond simply with, "Your face!" Zuul watched the entire interaction uncertain, but had to laugh at the shifts in expression. "What's with your face?" he asked the boy, only for that incredulous expression to be turned onto him, causing the little girl to squeal harder.
☆ In a gathering of so many, he sat there with uncertainty written across his own features. The man speaking, it felt as though he were reliving some long lost memory from home. A feeling pushed back down into his stomach from his chest that he couldn't shake. A family that would never view him in the same light again. Only for the truth of this to come out in explosions of light he had seen and didn't understand. The energy that built up on it's own frequency to take out cybernetics around them. The way that people lie helpless again. Was this humanity, his own future, or where two places collided?
☆ Something about the translation didn't feel right for him, not now, not before when it was spoken to him but he let it be. He let all settle into what it was without being able to rationalize what was what, only what he was told. The words spoken and the rest ignored. "...love is something you feel in your guts and in your bones and it doesn't make sense, but it's there, and it's different for everyone." It hit him in that moment, why he was so hurt, so angry.