Lucanis felt the heat build under his skin. So direct, as he always was, their Warden.
('Your Warden', Teia had said.)
He had watched the coy games of flirtation that Illario played with his marks (they were all marks, one way or another). It had seemed like a wholly different language to Lucanis, he could speak the same words but his intonation was all wrong. He couldn't understand what he was missing. This forwardness, it was - unexpected.
Good.
It was entirely possible Davrin would be disappointed with what he found, what he caught. It was also entirely possible they would die tomorrow.
He had spent so much of his life letting other people dictate his life for him, never making a choice of his own. If he only got one... there were worse ones to make. He shifted his hand, fingertips brushing against Davrin's.
no subject
('Your Warden', Teia had said.)
He had watched the coy games of flirtation that Illario played with his marks (they were all marks, one way or another). It had seemed like a wholly different language to Lucanis, he could speak the same words but his intonation was all wrong. He couldn't understand what he was missing. This forwardness, it was - unexpected.
Good.
It was entirely possible Davrin would be disappointed with what he found, what he caught. It was also entirely possible they would die tomorrow.
He had spent so much of his life letting other people dictate his life for him, never making a choice of his own. If he only got one... there were worse ones to make. He shifted his hand, fingertips brushing against Davrin's.
"Yes. I would like that."