[ His return. He doesn’t want to think about that. What or who might be waiting for him when he gets back. And who might not. As much as the shadow of Gronder still hangs over his presence here… he’s in no hurry to find out. Or return.
Who knew that getting kidnapped might have possibly saved his life? Or the lives of people he had no desire to end. He only hoped it hadn’t cost those most important to him, too.
He was trying not to let it consume him. With varying success, depending on the moment. Sometimes it was easier to fake than others. Although coming face to face with Edelgard and Hubert had certainly been a test of his control. And acting skills.
But he latches onto that teasing comment for the distraction it is, happily letting the conversation steer away into a new direction. They’re still meandering through the gardens, although the greenery seems to be growing a little wilder here, not quit as structured and controlled. He finds he likes that better, he thinks.
But for now he gasps and clutches his free hand over his chest like he’s been mortally offended, even though his eyes are warm and dancing with laughter. ]
Did you just imply I talk too much?? I would never… [ he stops abruptly, as if to rethink whatever he’d been about to say, and then just gives a nonchalant shrug with a wink aimed in Basch’s direction. ] Nah, you’re right, on second thought. I absolutely talk too much. Feel free to shut me up again whenever you like.
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Date: 2024-01-17 02:53 am (UTC)Who knew that getting kidnapped might have possibly saved his life? Or the lives of people he had no desire to end. He only hoped it hadn’t cost those most important to him, too.
He was trying not to let it consume him. With varying success, depending on the moment. Sometimes it was easier to fake than others. Although coming face to face with Edelgard and Hubert had certainly been a test of his control. And acting skills.
But he latches onto that teasing comment for the distraction it is, happily letting the conversation steer away into a new direction. They’re still meandering through the gardens, although the greenery seems to be growing a little wilder here, not quit as structured and controlled. He finds he likes that better, he thinks.
But for now he gasps and clutches his free hand over his chest like he’s been mortally offended, even though his eyes are warm and dancing with laughter. ]
Did you just imply I talk too much?? I would never… [ he stops abruptly, as if to rethink whatever he’d been about to say, and then just gives a nonchalant shrug with a wink aimed in Basch’s direction. ] Nah, you’re right, on second thought. I absolutely talk too much. Feel free to shut me up again whenever you like.