what's a queen without her king?
You turn sharply, knowing everything the word broken entails, and the seriousness which must be in Falke's mind for him to use such a term. "I suppose...given what Ludo is, and does. But it isn't like Finn a stranger to death.." Realizing that you're trying to rationalize what's happening, you give your head a shake, before letting it bob in agreement with the rest of what your counterpart has to say. "Then it can't be allowed to continue. Even if Cian thinks of Finn as just a tool, he shouldn't be allowed to sit in the rain and rust."
Blowing on your tea to try and keep your eyes from attempting to read Falke's writing from upsidedown, you blink with surprise as the words you and going to Torchline casually leave the Fixer's lips. You're doll-like in your surprise, all wide-eyes and half-parted lips. "Me?" You nearly bleat. It's...all you've ever wanted of course, to leave Stormbreak and see the world. To meet the Outlanders, but surely Falke isn't serious? "Why me? You were in Torchline...what could I do that you couldn't?"
Blowing on your tea to try and keep your eyes from attempting to read Falke's writing from upsidedown, you blink with surprise as the words you and going to Torchline casually leave the Fixer's lips. You're doll-like in your surprise, all wide-eyes and half-parted lips. "Me?" You nearly bleat. It's...all you've ever wanted of course, to leave Stormbreak and see the world. To meet the Outlanders, but surely Falke isn't serious? "Why me? You were in Torchline...what could I do that you couldn't?"
historically speaking, more powerful
