crave the applause yet hate the attention

// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //

Ironically, acting is something he’s had to do most of his life, it was part of a mask, one that had gotten damaged over his years in Caido, but if anything the Trial with his father certainly slipped it back, hardened his edges, even if Maeve had caught him at a bad time on one of his low days. He’s out of it now, for the moment, instead turned into a escort to ensure she made it back to the Halenani safe and sound. So he simply gives her a playful smirk instead of an answer, before peering down the sandbar. He feels her thumb brush along the scales to his arm and he pays it little mind in the long run. “You can feel them if you’d like.” He offers her, tilting his arm slightly to expose more of the inside of his arm for her to poke and prod at.

As for the rest of it, the slit pupils shift back to normal as he peers at her, a huff of a breathy laugh leaving him in response. He notices the flush again, because of course he does, and it causes him to poke and prod at it a bit more all in the name of the game. “Oh? Not a fan?” He questions, cocking his head slightly as he tries to gauge her answer before he’s looking out over the inky waves. “One would think I wouldn’t enjoy it anymore given the fact I nearly drowned again…” He pauses, pursing his lips slightly before he shakes his head. “But they do call me the Flood, so perhaps it’s just fate.” Here he levels his gaze back at her, continuing along the sandbar as the waves start to crash over their feet, up to their ankles in one swift pull of the tide. “That and the ocean’s always held a special place in my heart.”

some princes don't become kings

SUNJATA