“I try to avoid being in the same room as stuck-up vipers in stupid dresses,” He replies, his smile as cutting as the knife he knows she carries, the hint of mania boiling beneath the surface -- held back by the alcohol for the moment, but always there, always a bomb waiting to be triggered. He was built of eggshells, his mind ready to crumble beneath his own mistakes, and sometimes he wonders if it might have been kinder had someone fulfilled Adriana’s bounty. “She had a nice ass,” and his gaze is wicked when it lingers for one last second on the mare before his attention shifts back to the soldier at his side, casting away his thoughts of the past. There was nothing but tragedy there for him to sift through, nothing but a wave of coursing anger that set fire to his blood. “....you do too, you know.” It isn’t just the compliment it might appear to be -- his gaze is keen, seeking for any signs of discomfort, probing for any weakness in the stoic soldier. If he can’t knock her off-guard in a physical fight, he might just be able to verbally. “It’s not my home. It’s just a place to sleep at night.” He rolls one shoulder in a half-shrug before taking another swig of the bottle, scowling at how quickly the liquid seems to be disappearing. “So -- you ever fucked anyone, or are you as boring all the time as you seem?” |
@teiran where's the shrug emoji when you need it
