06-13-2017, 12:26 AM
Stillwater
He would swear that he sensed her, though he had no magic to aid in it.
And when he turned his head--
He immediately regretted it.
His handsome face hardened and he looked away again. Luster. Luster. Not Luster. More of her family. But why'd she have to share the colors. Why couldn't it be Luster at last. Why would it never be Luster. Because he sent her away. Except that was for the best. He didn't want Luster here. He'd... probably fail her. Would probably kill her. And, it wasn't in his nature, but he didn't want to.
She slid to his side and waited. He kept his gaze firmly on the ripple of water before them, wishing he could sink into it. He didn't know her and he hated her already. Hated her for who she reminded him of. Even hated her voice when she spoke his name. He could almost pretend it was Luster. But they were much different, he could see that already. She was nothing like Luster. But that was a good thing, wasn't it?
"We have much to discuss, you and I."
Oh? he responded casually, deliberately bland. His body was relaxed, and yet every bit of his insides were churning. He should just kill her. But she probably really was related to Luster. Except... she also smelled of Nerine. Salt and sea and sun. A message from Nayl? he asked lightly, dark blue gaze still settled on the water, face impassive. He knew it wouldn't be; not a message, not from Nayl. Nayl took care of things on her own, especially where he was concerned.
He had a strange thought then. He was glad Ivar wasn't here.
Just in case he would have to kill her.
He stood stoic and still, an elegant obsidian statue. His only interest was on the water, in the water. He would see what she wanted with him, what sort of political nonsense was required of him this time, and then he'd go below where he belonged.
And when he turned his head--
He immediately regretted it.
His handsome face hardened and he looked away again. Luster. Luster. Not Luster. More of her family. But why'd she have to share the colors. Why couldn't it be Luster at last. Why would it never be Luster. Because he sent her away. Except that was for the best. He didn't want Luster here. He'd... probably fail her. Would probably kill her. And, it wasn't in his nature, but he didn't want to.
She slid to his side and waited. He kept his gaze firmly on the ripple of water before them, wishing he could sink into it. He didn't know her and he hated her already. Hated her for who she reminded him of. Even hated her voice when she spoke his name. He could almost pretend it was Luster. But they were much different, he could see that already. She was nothing like Luster. But that was a good thing, wasn't it?
"We have much to discuss, you and I."
Oh? he responded casually, deliberately bland. His body was relaxed, and yet every bit of his insides were churning. He should just kill her. But she probably really was related to Luster. Except... she also smelled of Nerine. Salt and sea and sun. A message from Nayl? he asked lightly, dark blue gaze still settled on the water, face impassive. He knew it wouldn't be; not a message, not from Nayl. Nayl took care of things on her own, especially where he was concerned.
He had a strange thought then. He was glad Ivar wasn't here.
Just in case he would have to kill her.
He stood stoic and still, an elegant obsidian statue. His only interest was on the water, in the water. He would see what she wanted with him, what sort of political nonsense was required of him this time, and then he'd go below where he belonged.