Amongst his plainness was something behind it I could not place. A longing in his gaze, a wishfulness that I do not understand. My eyes narrow, trying to pick off any little morsel of understanding behind the purpose of this interaction.
Something.
Words slip from his mouth, perhaps unintentionally, like a stammering love-struck idiot. Served. Now there is something. My brow might have peaked in interest, but I retained my stagnant demeanor.
A name comes forward now. I hardly acknowledge it, instead my mind is locked on his previous statement. One might ask who he served, but I am not that deep. My head tips in thought, the blood-stained trail from my eyes more apparent now. "Do you wish to serve again?" It was phrased as a question, but something inside me shifted towards this being the longing he sought.
Having a pet might be fun.
Kreed
Crown of Bone and Thorn