[ He's not sure he agrees, especially when he's a wolf, but he will concede that fiends are a category of their own. And he knows there is kindness in seeing him as a man, even if he fears it is misplaced.
Olivine laughs, and Basch feels that uncharacteristic warmth in him again, his eyes flicking up to watch the smile brighten the man's face. Was it just that he'd gone so long without hearing happy human sounds? He knows he's staring, tracing that expression like he's never seen a smile before, and he finds himself wanting to keep it there. ]
With some good fortune, I will be even more a man when you return [ And then he's in the water. It's cold, but he was used that from his soldier days, and -- uneasy as it is -- he's found it bothers him less these days. The wolf in him, perhaps.
He's thorough, even without soap, finding a rough stone to help scrape the mud and blood from his skin and doing his best to tame his hair. His too-thin form is still scarred and covered in freckles and thick chest hair, but he can at least be clean and presentable when Olivine returns. And really, who will suspect a well-dressed, quiet man of being a wolf? It was how he'd been able to stay with his liege for the first few moons.
It makes him uneasy, to deceive, and in the privacy of the quiet river, he admits to himself his own weakness. It would be nice to have a few days of companionship, conversation and food he did not have to hunt himself. He -- missed being human. Even if he was for three quarters of his time, it was not the same. He belonged nowhere. He could not offer his services for more than a day or two. ]
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Date: 2024-03-23 09:58 pm (UTC)Olivine laughs, and Basch feels that uncharacteristic warmth in him again, his eyes flicking up to watch the smile brighten the man's face. Was it just that he'd gone so long without hearing happy human sounds? He knows he's staring, tracing that expression like he's never seen a smile before, and he finds himself wanting to keep it there. ]
With some good fortune, I will be even more a man when you return [ And then he's in the water. It's cold, but he was used that from his soldier days, and -- uneasy as it is -- he's found it bothers him less these days. The wolf in him, perhaps.
He's thorough, even without soap, finding a rough stone to help scrape the mud and blood from his skin and doing his best to tame his hair. His too-thin form is still scarred and covered in freckles and thick chest hair, but he can at least be clean and presentable when Olivine returns. And really, who will suspect a well-dressed, quiet man of being a wolf? It was how he'd been able to stay with his liege for the first few moons.
It makes him uneasy, to deceive, and in the privacy of the quiet river, he admits to himself his own weakness. It would be nice to have a few days of companionship, conversation and food he did not have to hunt himself. He -- missed being human. Even if he was for three quarters of his time, it was not the same. He belonged nowhere. He could not offer his services for more than a day or two. ]