WOLFBANE
Whatever comes out of her mouth then, he doesn’t hold against her. Wolfbane watches Lepis, unmoved by the bitter hatefulness leaking like a broken sieve from somewhere he doesn’t understand. She’s angry, maybe because he hadn’t immediately jumped on this like she anticipated, but he knows through it all that she’s not entirely angry at him.
“Are you done?” He asks rhetorically, a bit colder than he intends to be. “Because I am. With whatever you’re trying to prove.”
Hasn’t she shown enough already? That’s she’s capable, strong, even smarter than them all (occasionally) is obvious; why would she need to continue alienating herself rather than admitting she went a step too far? Bane doesn’t want to acknowledge that maybe her pride overwhelms her sensibilities, until she mentions Sylva. “I wouldn’t know what an evil Queen does, your highness.” Bane admits without hesitation, “But you can explain that to Hyaline yourself, when we arrive.”
Never budging, never giving any indication that she could avoid this.
“The least you can do, I suppose, is show me where you’re hiding Castile’s little daughter away.” His tail flicks, “Since Loess is responsible for her safe-keeping now.”
|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||
@[Lepis]
-all the twisty loops of emotion-