if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
It’d been Kiada’s reaction he’d been aiming for – the slightest narrowing of her eyes, the rampant disapproval – igniting the ghost of a smirk, the ire of his mischief, the rapacity of his devilish accord. It was another measure of weaponry, simply being obnoxious, and only extended to those he truly cherished (if only everyone could be so fortunate).
But he was distracted for a series of movements, told to sit and do nothing (which had never been high on his list; a creature of maneuvers, action, and motion, prone to restlessness if not given a singular goal). Drawn back to introspection for an instant, he pulled out a chair, resigning to not being an irritating git while standing, arching a brow but following suit to Chulane’s toast – it’d been common for them to smash their cups against one another one evenings before battle, drinking until the apprehension was gone.
On the need for further motion, he rose again to start slicing apart the turkey, only momentarily arching a brow as Chulane attempted to cut straight to the chase – slashing along at the tension. There were a whole series the Sword could’ve asked (are you prepared to do dangerous and stupid things? since that was somewhat of a hallmark of this extension of the family, do you know how to fight another). But he started small, figuring they could work their way up, a glint of a snicker sent Amalia’s way, before proceeding to speak and lacerate the meat all at once. “Where are you from?” He’d be amongst fellow Outlanders, save for Amalia; with certainly an entire array of different experiences and skills.
But he was distracted for a series of movements, told to sit and do nothing (which had never been high on his list; a creature of maneuvers, action, and motion, prone to restlessness if not given a singular goal). Drawn back to introspection for an instant, he pulled out a chair, resigning to not being an irritating git while standing, arching a brow but following suit to Chulane’s toast – it’d been common for them to smash their cups against one another one evenings before battle, drinking until the apprehension was gone.
On the need for further motion, he rose again to start slicing apart the turkey, only momentarily arching a brow as Chulane attempted to cut straight to the chase – slashing along at the tension. There were a whole series the Sword could’ve asked (are you prepared to do dangerous and stupid things? since that was somewhat of a hallmark of this extension of the family, do you know how to fight another). But he started small, figuring they could work their way up, a glint of a snicker sent Amalia’s way, before proceeding to speak and lacerate the meat all at once. “Where are you from?” He’d be amongst fellow Outlanders, save for Amalia; with certainly an entire array of different experiences and skills.
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