if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
Before he thought to sit back down, there was Kiada’s reaction, trial of the helmet, and acknowledgments – tight hugs wrapped around his middle, torso, and ribs, a snort extended through lungs, a smile piercing along his lips, when he returned the favor. “You are welcome.” He relinquished his hold, to permit her to return back to her seat with new helmet in tow, his seal of protection, defense, and safeguarding secure for the interim. The beast followed through on the same, settling into more food, playfully wrapping one calf around the edge of Amalia’s chair and attempting to bring her closer for sheer mischief – and then listening to the answers to their inquiries.
He contentedly munched while Chulane went on his monologue of the Harpy, facial expression held entirely indifferent and impassive, giving nothing away of his thoughts on the subject. The Sword would be capable of agreeing with the man: he was all too aware of Kiada’s compassion, stubbornness, audacity, and fortitude, the might engrained since she was a child. He might’ve quirked a brow at the overt display of affection (somewhere a disgusted shudder was repressed), but then shrugged, continuing in his amplified nonchalance as the Shield questioned about the gods.
Amalia could settle those responses far better than he, so he swallowed down wine and then pierced his eyes towards the Harpy, fork empty and pointing at her. “What drew you to him?”
He contentedly munched while Chulane went on his monologue of the Harpy, facial expression held entirely indifferent and impassive, giving nothing away of his thoughts on the subject. The Sword would be capable of agreeing with the man: he was all too aware of Kiada’s compassion, stubbornness, audacity, and fortitude, the might engrained since she was a child. He might’ve quirked a brow at the overt display of affection (somewhere a disgusted shudder was repressed), but then shrugged, continuing in his amplified nonchalance as the Shield questioned about the gods.
Amalia could settle those responses far better than he, so he swallowed down wine and then pierced his eyes towards the Harpy, fork empty and pointing at her. “What drew you to him?”
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