Brecken
There is a moment, easy enough to pinpoint, where a light comes on in the otherwise soft emptiness of the attic of Brecken's mind. One moment, belligerence; the next, a sudden closing off, a narrowing around the eyes, and then a dawning comprehension. He is a blind scholar, half illiterate, stumbling through the libraries of the world. Only now does a familiar word catch his eye — do you have anything to drink?.
He remembers this part because it reminded him of something else. His mouth drops open just slightly, as if he is about to breathe a softer word, but he says nothing before he closes it, relaxes, nods to himself. Of course, he thinks. Of course. You fucking idiot. He was too consumed by bravado to see what was happening right in front of him. Thank the gods no one else is here.
His manner changes; he's a showman pulling on another mask, another costume. Smiling suddenly, though it is far from sincere. "Thirsty, are you? You're not feeling well, are you, friend?" The friend in this case is deeply sarcastic, almost mocking, but the rest is earnest enough. "Did you come here to see if Safrin could help you?" Thoughts of his own objective tonight forgotten — opportunity for the Order overriding everything Brecken has ever sought to fulfill himself.
He remembers this part because it reminded him of something else. His mouth drops open just slightly, as if he is about to breathe a softer word, but he says nothing before he closes it, relaxes, nods to himself. Of course, he thinks. Of course. You fucking idiot. He was too consumed by bravado to see what was happening right in front of him. Thank the gods no one else is here.
His manner changes; he's a showman pulling on another mask, another costume. Smiling suddenly, though it is far from sincere. "Thirsty, are you? You're not feeling well, are you, friend?" The friend in this case is deeply sarcastic, almost mocking, but the rest is earnest enough. "Did you come here to see if Safrin could help you?" Thoughts of his own objective tonight forgotten — opportunity for the Order overriding everything Brecken has ever sought to fulfill himself.
Real gods require blood.
