as I hold my soul all the music pours out
“Who says I don’t?” The Fixer jokes back, giving Gideon a raised eyebrow sort of look.
He doesn’t. The Priest is much to pious for Falke’s liking, but no one can deny that the older man is still handsome.
Anyway. He waves it off with a smile when the other man goes to his desk and pulls out a ring. Taking a step closer, he clasps his hands behind his back and bends a bit towards the outstretched hand. “It’s beautiful,” he says, a mundane observation, though it could be taken as a comment on both statements. With a glance again towards Gideon’s face, he straightens - and wrinkles his nose a bit - is that alcohol? Well, if it is, he can’t judge. It’s the man’s private time and Falke did just kind of barge in, unannounced.
“A selfish question, but what you said obviously sparks some more curiosity. Any feelings about me?” It’s odd asking about himself. The Fixer never really does that; he's usually all about other people.
He doesn’t. The Priest is much to pious for Falke’s liking, but no one can deny that the older man is still handsome.
Anyway. He waves it off with a smile when the other man goes to his desk and pulls out a ring. Taking a step closer, he clasps his hands behind his back and bends a bit towards the outstretched hand. “It’s beautiful,” he says, a mundane observation, though it could be taken as a comment on both statements. With a glance again towards Gideon’s face, he straightens - and wrinkles his nose a bit - is that alcohol? Well, if it is, he can’t judge. It’s the man’s private time and Falke did just kind of barge in, unannounced.
“A selfish question, but what you said obviously sparks some more curiosity. Any feelings about me?” It’s odd asking about himself. The Fixer never really does that; he's usually all about other people.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
