ㅤ⠀❝Grabbing the face is typically the *better choice?❞ Azune muttered, remaining against the wall. His heart raced in his chest as he listened to the distant shouts. House Tachonis had *certainly returned to Dol Makjar.
ㅤ⠀❝What a warm welcome back, huh?❞ He pushed
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Julien shushed him, louder than intended. very much to get the point cross that he needed to shut up.
eyes trailed the guards, and his hand slowly removed with the sound of metal once the coast was cleared.
"oh, quiet. I wasnt going
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ㅤ⠀Fiddling with a silver coin, rolling it back and forth over his knuckles. Sunset gaze distant as he worried the inside of his cheek.
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ㅤ⠀The hands wrapped around his throat before Azune could realize what had happened. His first instinct was to struggle, hands raising to grasp at the gauntlet- gauntlet. Cold metal. His eyes widened as his mind finally caught up. Julien Davinos- had snuck up on him? -
- distracted. Leaning into the gauntlet- unintentionally choking himself to hear better as the guards spoke in the old Obredemian tongue.
ㅤ⠀❝Ser Davinos, playing the knight in shining armor?❞ Azune whispered, sunset gaze flickered over, a small grin spreading across his -