Octavius
As expected, Koa is still acting triumphant, like he won somehow, throwing his arms open as if to invite Octavius to hit him. His words are biting and insolent, but once the spar is done, it is done. So, Octavius walks over to the sword rack to replace his weapon there. Unlike Koa, Octavius respects the rules and knows that he won fair and square. There is no need to prove himself further. Koa is simply provoking him in a desperate attempt to get Octavius to make some mistake or embarrass himself somehow.
There is clearly a lot more going on behind Koa's feelings, some pain deep inside that fuels his resentment for those like Octavius, born into money. Why else would he be so focused on it? While he knows more talking would likely be useless, Octavius cannot help himself from replying.
"I did win, yes. If you would like to spar without any type of rules, by all means, do so. Perhaps you will be able to beat me then." Then he smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes; rather, it punctuated the condescension of his words. His posture was purposefully relaxed, leaning against the sword rack with one arm, the opposite of Koa's hostile tension. Octavius knew he was stooping to Koa's level, but there was a part of him that wanted to see what would happen, who would win if they fought seriously. That damn dragonling wouldn't make it easy.
There is clearly a lot more going on behind Koa's feelings, some pain deep inside that fuels his resentment for those like Octavius, born into money. Why else would he be so focused on it? While he knows more talking would likely be useless, Octavius cannot help himself from replying.
"I did win, yes. If you would like to spar without any type of rules, by all means, do so. Perhaps you will be able to beat me then." Then he smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes; rather, it punctuated the condescension of his words. His posture was purposefully relaxed, leaning against the sword rack with one arm, the opposite of Koa's hostile tension. Octavius knew he was stooping to Koa's level, but there was a part of him that wanted to see what would happen, who would win if they fought seriously. That damn dragonling wouldn't make it easy.
i wake up alone, with only daytime between us
