[ Something is off. Because the more this ticks on, the more he finds his eyes flitting around, some strangled mix of wanting to protect Olivine's honor and absolutely ruin it in front of these cloying heathens burns through his veins. Below it, though, is a desperate voice telling him no, restraint, honor. Do not do this.
Olivine's suggestions are not helping, making his breath come heavy. Trusts him. As a protector. Willing to be claimed.
Basch has never wanted to claim anything in his life.
Or has he? Has it just been so pushed down? What is serving a commander or a charge, if not claiming them. They are mine. I am closest to them. I protect and serve them. I am theirs, and thus they are mine.
His eyes are slightly dilated, his usually submissive movement rigid. His eyes search, a soldier's eyes taking in the terrain.
Not so far up is one of the alcoves with a fireplace and furniture, partially hidden but not private by any stretch. ]
Yes [ he growls. ] We will show them. Come. [ This time he does not hesitate to pull the lead taught as he strides toward the glowing niche. Someone tries to reach out and touch Olivine, giggling, and he growls, swatting their hand before it reaches. ] He is under my protection. Only mine.
no subject
Olivine's suggestions are not helping, making his breath come heavy. Trusts him. As a protector. Willing to be claimed.
Basch has never wanted to claim anything in his life.
Or has he? Has it just been so pushed down? What is serving a commander or a charge, if not claiming them. They are mine. I am closest to them. I protect and serve them. I am theirs, and thus they are mine.
His eyes are slightly dilated, his usually submissive movement rigid. His eyes search, a soldier's eyes taking in the terrain.
Not so far up is one of the alcoves with a fireplace and furniture, partially hidden but not private by any stretch. ]
Yes [ he growls. ] We will show them. Come. [ This time he does not hesitate to pull the lead taught as he strides toward the glowing niche. Someone tries to reach out and touch Olivine, giggling, and he growls, swatting their hand before it reaches. ] He is under my protection. Only mine.