( With one more long, hesitant stare, Esikko moves to continue his trip. It's with a pleasant smile that he delivers the tray, both tea and food, and then pulls back into the crowd of other servants around the man as he goes on and on. Loud, like he's a real King, like he's a god.
No one else seems to notice the strangeness of the drink, the strangeness of the bracelet around Esikko's wrist. Things continue as normal, with Esi forced into a seat nearby with a too-friendly arm around his shoulders, and other servants carrying dishes his way, until the tea is lifted and brought to his lips.
From there, it's not instantaneous. It's slow acting, something that blooms in his chest and then earns a cough of blood, a dropping of bread or grapes, and desperate, angry grasps at those around him. But there's no pinpointing who did it, like this. The chaos that unfolds makes it all the easier to slip away. )
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( With one more long, hesitant stare, Esikko moves to continue his trip. It's with a pleasant smile that he delivers the tray, both tea and food, and then pulls back into the crowd of other servants around the man as he goes on and on. Loud, like he's a real King, like he's a god.
No one else seems to notice the strangeness of the drink, the strangeness of the bracelet around Esikko's wrist. Things continue as normal, with Esi forced into a seat nearby with a too-friendly arm around his shoulders, and other servants carrying dishes his way, until the tea is lifted and brought to his lips.
From there, it's not instantaneous. It's slow acting, something that blooms in his chest and then earns a cough of blood, a dropping of bread or grapes, and desperate, angry grasps at those around him. But there's no pinpointing who did it, like this. The chaos that unfolds makes it all the easier to slip away. )