Liam Kenway
Oh no. Leviathan's face doesn't change much, and it's clear that, when the gray grullo speaks, the meeting had gone from a diplomatic meeting of a possible alliance to something completely different. It hadn't gone the way that Liam had expected it to, and it clearly didn't go the way Leviathan had wanted. The copper-coated stallion had no sense of self-preservation, and it clearly came out brightly during this meeting. "I would apologize again, but I don't think that would help anything," Liam admitted, his voice back to being diplomatic and strategic, a tactic he saved only for the battlefields and meetings such as these.
As Leviathan's body remains the same, Liam's changes. Gone was the defensiveness, gone was the friendliness. Instead, it's a warrior's position, though it wasn't one that was expecting a fight. It could have been viewed as defensive, but Liam seemed to be puffed up, adrenaline and testosterone flooding his veins. There's silence stretching out between them, and Sekhar, Liam's royal advisor, glanced worriedly between the two Sovereigns, and it appeared that the gelding was ready to tuck tail and run. But what he didn't do was that, and instead, he stood resolutely beside the sovereign he served. It was one reason that Liam chose the gelding for the job, why he liked Sekhar. If Leviathan wanted to be stubborn like this, Liam could match him easily. After all, back in Agnosia, he'd gotten a stab wound and had refused to seek medical attention, even after getting yelled at by Bucky.
Leviathan turns his head a little to stare him down, that icy eye regarding him. Liam doesn't move, doesn't react. "You aren't wrong, Leviathan," Liam responds, voice cool but diplomatic still. "It's disappointing that my words were taken for you to think you should be ashamed of your scars," he points out carefully, knowing that, despite his near decades of military service, his coat remained unblemished. He could see where his words were judgmental, how he could be seen as a hypocrite. Liam was nothing of the sort, but Leviathan would, no doubt, disagree if he brought it up at this moment.
After the offer of the garden, Liam watched silently as Leviathan lifted his head a little more, the other stallion's posture changing completely. It was one of a warrior, one that Liam knew all too well. Flaring his nostrils, the copper-coated stallion followed suit, flicking an ear backwards as he continued to regard Leviathan. "As is your right," he responds cooly, diplomatically. There's no hatred there, no anger, but behind Liam's stoic gaze was anger, a wildfire of an emotion. Huffing a quiet scoff, one that only Sekhar heard, Liam frowned lightly before he schooled his expression into something more stoic, more befitting of a Sovereign. "Again, as is your right. Have a nice trip back, Leviathan," Liam spoke, flicking an ear back as he watches the other stallion leave.
It's like a breath of relief is released when Leviathan walks out the door and it shuts behind him. Liam looks at Sekhar, offers him a reassuring smile, and continues about his duties, barely sparing a thought to what had just occurred.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; I. Am. Cackling. LOL
Tag;; @Leviathan
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 529
As Leviathan's body remains the same, Liam's changes. Gone was the defensiveness, gone was the friendliness. Instead, it's a warrior's position, though it wasn't one that was expecting a fight. It could have been viewed as defensive, but Liam seemed to be puffed up, adrenaline and testosterone flooding his veins. There's silence stretching out between them, and Sekhar, Liam's royal advisor, glanced worriedly between the two Sovereigns, and it appeared that the gelding was ready to tuck tail and run. But what he didn't do was that, and instead, he stood resolutely beside the sovereign he served. It was one reason that Liam chose the gelding for the job, why he liked Sekhar. If Leviathan wanted to be stubborn like this, Liam could match him easily. After all, back in Agnosia, he'd gotten a stab wound and had refused to seek medical attention, even after getting yelled at by Bucky.
Leviathan turns his head a little to stare him down, that icy eye regarding him. Liam doesn't move, doesn't react. "You aren't wrong, Leviathan," Liam responds, voice cool but diplomatic still. "It's disappointing that my words were taken for you to think you should be ashamed of your scars," he points out carefully, knowing that, despite his near decades of military service, his coat remained unblemished. He could see where his words were judgmental, how he could be seen as a hypocrite. Liam was nothing of the sort, but Leviathan would, no doubt, disagree if he brought it up at this moment.
After the offer of the garden, Liam watched silently as Leviathan lifted his head a little more, the other stallion's posture changing completely. It was one of a warrior, one that Liam knew all too well. Flaring his nostrils, the copper-coated stallion followed suit, flicking an ear backwards as he continued to regard Leviathan. "As is your right," he responds cooly, diplomatically. There's no hatred there, no anger, but behind Liam's stoic gaze was anger, a wildfire of an emotion. Huffing a quiet scoff, one that only Sekhar heard, Liam frowned lightly before he schooled his expression into something more stoic, more befitting of a Sovereign. "Again, as is your right. Have a nice trip back, Leviathan," Liam spoke, flicking an ear back as he watches the other stallion leave.
It's like a breath of relief is released when Leviathan walks out the door and it shuts behind him. Liam looks at Sekhar, offers him a reassuring smile, and continues about his duties, barely sparing a thought to what had just occurred.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; I. Am. Cackling. LOL
Tag;; @Leviathan
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 529
I'm with you till the end of the line
