[ oh-- ouch. being raked across a paladin's plate armour is, in hindsight, much like being raked across jagged coals. not quite on fire, but the pain may as well be so. there's a softer, far more muted flinch here, one that's not at all like the exaggerated wince from earlier-- but perhaps he's more catlike than he's willing to admit, because showing real pain is a weaknesses that he will never afford.
faintly, he wonders if the poison from that arrowtip will spread a little faster if he's jostled. best to remain calm, then, not that anything else were an option. but also equally as faintly, he wonders if torth understands that the more he fights back in little, inconvenient ways like this, the more people like himself and fable will provoke him. when you're as twisted as they are, there are certain proclivities to adhere to, and above all else, the sweetness of success is only pared with the spice of danger.
try that again, he says. eseld nuzzles his face into torth's shoulder with a mirthful huff. ]
So after all that, you want me to shut up?
You really are a hard man to please, Torth Seaglow.
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faintly, he wonders if the poison from that arrowtip will spread a little faster if he's jostled. best to remain calm, then, not that anything else were an option. but also equally as faintly, he wonders if torth understands that the more he fights back in little, inconvenient ways like this, the more people like himself and fable will provoke him. when you're as twisted as they are, there are certain proclivities to adhere to, and above all else, the sweetness of success is only pared with the spice of danger.
try that again, he says. eseld nuzzles his face into torth's shoulder with a mirthful huff. ]
So after all that, you want me to shut up?
You really are a hard man to please, Torth Seaglow.