"It's like you don't even know me, luv. Hurt, I am."
Her stance is spread out, ready for a fight, with singed hair and dried blood on her face, an open cut on her shoulder, and raw determination in her hard green eyes.
Truthfully, he had expected this. Longed for it, as surely as he’d yearned to goad Basch into striking out against all reason so many countless years ago.
Time has changed him, granted him less malice in his own hardened heart, that much is true— but he is no less petty for it.
Her strike does him the favor of spilling the drink in hand, offering him the opportunity to let it tumble away while keeping her armor held fast in his other arm. Emptied palm raised, air turning drier by the second, congealing into living flame at his back— a fan of swords splayed like cards, spitting embers out onto the floor like drooling hounds.
They cannot last. They will not last more than a few febrile seconds at most, but this is fine: she need not know that, and it stands firm as his warning when he once again turns to leave.
“Fetch your rest, Daughter of Denerim. I shall see you two days hence.”
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"It's like you don't even know me, luv. Hurt, I am."
Her stance is spread out, ready for a fight, with singed hair and dried blood on her face, an open cut on her shoulder, and raw determination in her hard green eyes.
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Time has changed him, granted him less malice in his own hardened heart, that much is true— but he is no less petty for it.
Her strike does him the favor of spilling the drink in hand, offering him the opportunity to let it tumble away while keeping her armor held fast in his other arm. Emptied palm raised, air turning drier by the second, congealing into living flame at his back— a fan of swords splayed like cards, spitting embers out onto the floor like drooling hounds.
They cannot last. They will not last more than a few febrile seconds at most, but this is fine: she need not know that, and it stands firm as his warning when he once again turns to leave.
“Fetch your rest, Daughter of Denerim. I shall see you two days hence.”
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She basks in the heat of the flame until it's gone, momentarily at peace.