[He can almost taste the anxiety and uncertainty radiating from Fuuta, mingling with his desperate attempt to maintain a semblance of defiance. It’s a fascinating display—a small, trembling creature trying to roar like a lion.
When Fuuta finally cracks, the words spill out in a shaky growl, the boy’s bravado crumbling even as he tries to stand his ground. Sylus doesn’t immediately respond, the challenge lingers unanswered for a second, its impact softened by the unmistakable quiver in his voice.
For that long moment, Sylus simply studies him. Then, without much of a tell, he slowly pushes himself up from the daybed, moving with a deliberate, almost lazy grace, as if he has all the time in the world. He steps closer, measured, controlled, until he’s standing just in front of Fuuta, bending his head when closer to the frond he's holding.]
You’re quite bold, [Sylus finally says, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
And he reaches for the wine glass, places it in front of him.] Try it.
[He offers, matter-of-fact, with a jerk of his chin.] And tell me what you think.
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When Fuuta finally cracks, the words spill out in a shaky growl, the boy’s bravado crumbling even as he tries to stand his ground. Sylus doesn’t immediately respond, the challenge lingers unanswered for a second, its impact softened by the unmistakable quiver in his voice.
For that long moment, Sylus simply studies him. Then, without much of a tell, he slowly pushes himself up from the daybed, moving with a deliberate, almost lazy grace, as if he has all the time in the world. He steps closer, measured, controlled, until he’s standing just in front of Fuuta, bending his head when closer to the frond he's holding.]
You’re quite bold, [Sylus finally says, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
And he reaches for the wine glass, places it in front of him.] Try it.
[He offers, matter-of-fact, with a jerk of his chin.] And tell me what you think.