If their roles were reversed, Ruth would be cackling with glee, his mischievous side winning out every time. He would always have that shred of recklessness about him, it was just his vices and demons preyed on it, twisting it into abandoning nearly all rules. “I did not start the fight, but once struck I’m not about to back out either. Flingin magic about is asking for banishment, if anyone’s the idiot, they were.” And there was no way of arguing the details when Ruth was drunk. Wet, cold and soon shivering, but still fully addled.
He’d scoff at his elder’s retort though. “Nonono. You just suck at it now… you know. Cos you’re ancient.” He’d snicker at his own joke, some vague part of him hoping it would dull the uncomfortable feeling of peeling off every layer. “All that time asleep, your jokes are a bit dry, not relevant with the times. You need to get out more, with people, I mean.” While some would feel a sense of self consciousness about undressing in front of a relative stranger, Ruth was unabashedly unashamed.
Designs and patterns inked his torso, his back though, was a litany to that of a whip, the grooves long healed overlapped another, that of a paw mark. The clean swipe of a bear, though it obviously hadn't been fatal. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a good show though,” rolling his eye aimlessly, Ruth's wicked snicker would echo.
The air cooled around him and in return Ruth offered a curt nod and grunt in gratitude. “It is not personal. So don’t think you’re special or something.” He was particular about his space, even if his character seemed aloof in nature. Magic was an intimate thing considering his position. People feared the abilities of mages, but healers more so, their affinity to the fade closer, interwoven with the spirits of the fade and now… now it was everywhere. People had cause to fear. Time both moved at a snail pace and then as an avalanche of change.
Down to a pair of short slacks, Ruth pulled the blanket close and took a seat next to the hearth. After a short while he’d sigh, side eyeing Revas with a narrowed look. “I knew you were a mean git. I’m totally telling Meg on you.”
He’d scoff at his elder’s retort though. “Nonono. You just suck at it now… you know. Cos you’re ancient.” He’d snicker at his own joke, some vague part of him hoping it would dull the uncomfortable feeling of peeling off every layer. “All that time asleep, your jokes are a bit dry, not relevant with the times. You need to get out more, with people, I mean.” While some would feel a sense of self consciousness about undressing in front of a relative stranger, Ruth was unabashedly unashamed.
Designs and patterns inked his torso, his back though, was a litany to that of a whip, the grooves long healed overlapped another, that of a paw mark. The clean swipe of a bear, though it obviously hadn't been fatal. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a good show though,” rolling his eye aimlessly, Ruth's wicked snicker would echo.
The air cooled around him and in return Ruth offered a curt nod and grunt in gratitude. “It is not personal. So don’t think you’re special or something.” He was particular about his space, even if his character seemed aloof in nature. Magic was an intimate thing considering his position. People feared the abilities of mages, but healers more so, their affinity to the fade closer, interwoven with the spirits of the fade and now… now it was everywhere. People had cause to fear. Time both moved at a snail pace and then as an avalanche of change.
Down to a pair of short slacks, Ruth pulled the blanket close and took a seat next to the hearth. After a short while he’d sigh, side eyeing Revas with a narrowed look. “I knew you were a mean git. I’m totally telling Meg on you.”
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