Mal resisted the urge to roll his eyes with her mimicry.
While he humoured those gifts of premonition, Mal never placed too much faith in their veiled gleaning of the possible future. A life in shadows had taught him that the perfect set of circumstances inevitably had an unaccounted variable. His head shook slightly, gaze momentarily drifting to the new pressure against his side and back to the streets bustling below.
Still, teasing her only did so much to ease the tension and weighing thoughts. Mal’s brow quickly furrowed again, though he allowed the touch, the trace of skin to skin pulling a deep sigh out from his chest. Her comforting peck, gentle and fleeting, it was like a drop of warmth on a cold day. For a moment, it seemed to hold the worlds woes at bay, but the relief was short-lived, slipping away as quickly. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, noticing every way she tried to bridge the distance. Such ‘in vain’ efforts. The gap could close physically, but Mal would never return her depth of feeling, nor allow her into his coveted inner circle. And yet… she was a pleasant, available distraction.
Turning his head, Mal’s voice lowered,
@Mazikeen Felinus
The Senate and the Archon create laws, I merely enforce them. Remind the sheep to keep in line else we become the faulting wasteland that is Orlais right now. Only fools chase Godhood.Everyone was abuzz with the recent ball and influx of visitors, the gossips hadn’t had this much to wag about in years given the barrier. Tevinter’s position, though out of touch currently, appeared the most favourable and stable among its various neighbours.
While he humoured those gifts of premonition, Mal never placed too much faith in their veiled gleaning of the possible future. A life in shadows had taught him that the perfect set of circumstances inevitably had an unaccounted variable. His head shook slightly, gaze momentarily drifting to the new pressure against his side and back to the streets bustling below.
Vague. Annoyingly so, but as expected.Tangible proof always trumped the mystics.
She also has inherited her Father’s intellect, as well as her Mother’s ruthlessness. It was,how did he tactfully put it,
foolish of him to impose on her.And though he’d refrained from humiliating her paternal figure, he chose not to let the jab at Pavus go uncontested. Behind the mask, a smirk began to emerge.
Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Dorian’s lack of interest in you?Admittedly there was a time when he was primed to be Tevinter’s golden boy, the most eligible and wellbred candidate for the vying harpies.
I’m afraid Enzo’s not responsible for his cousin’s lack of… appetite for the fairer sex.
Still, teasing her only did so much to ease the tension and weighing thoughts. Mal’s brow quickly furrowed again, though he allowed the touch, the trace of skin to skin pulling a deep sigh out from his chest. Her comforting peck, gentle and fleeting, it was like a drop of warmth on a cold day. For a moment, it seemed to hold the worlds woes at bay, but the relief was short-lived, slipping away as quickly. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, noticing every way she tried to bridge the distance. Such ‘in vain’ efforts. The gap could close physically, but Mal would never return her depth of feeling, nor allow her into his coveted inner circle. And yet… she was a pleasant, available distraction.
Turning his head, Mal’s voice lowered,
Silence doesn’t suit you though…
@Mazikeen Felinus
10-13-2024, 10:23 AM
