Prick, [ Ross mutters, in response to all taunts aside, and that little smirk. It has less real venom than before, though. It's goading, a little, but in the way you'd goad a rival rather than an enemy. The balance of the interaction has shifted.
A line from Shakespeare flits through his mind: Richard III saying something about like a Jacke thou keep'st the stroke between thy begging and my something, and then I am not in the giving vein today. The thought of cruel Richard and sly Buckingham at a time like this almost makes him laugh. Buckingham isn't so sly in that scene, is he?
No, he's begging. ]
I want to get taken.
[ That does feel a little like bleeding. Like cutting his thumb for a truth spell. Getting a split lip. He tightens his grip on Sylus' fingers. ]
I want to rip down all this stupid pageantry and go home, not get treated like a god. I want -- I can't have what I want. So I want to not think about it.
[ He inhales, searching Sylus' expression for a reaction. Cruel amusement would be the worst. No, that's wrong; it wouldn't be the worst, though it would be alarming. Disgust would be the worst. ]
help, this tag is amazing
A line from Shakespeare flits through his mind: Richard III saying something about like a Jacke thou keep'st the stroke between thy begging and my something, and then I am not in the giving vein today. The thought of cruel Richard and sly Buckingham at a time like this almost makes him laugh. Buckingham isn't so sly in that scene, is he?
No, he's begging. ]
I want to get taken.
[ That does feel a little like bleeding. Like cutting his thumb for a truth spell. Getting a split lip. He tightens his grip on Sylus' fingers. ]
I want to rip down all this stupid pageantry and go home, not get treated like a god. I want -- I can't have what I want. So I want to not think about it.
[ He inhales, searching Sylus' expression for a reaction. Cruel amusement would be the worst. No, that's wrong; it wouldn't be the worst, though it would be alarming. Disgust would be the worst. ]