“ we can last ten days in a fight but he can’t last ten minutes in a run. ” rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “ shameful. ” big dramatic sigh. “ guess we’ll just have to take over his duties when he inevitably crumbles. ”
“ HAH ! toothpick legs 、 my ass 。 i’ve never once skipped leg day — unlike someone we both know 。 ”
pointed glance into the distance 、 thinly veiled teasing in his gaze 。
he cackles when he realizes he’d hardly moved, delighted that —
“ look at you holding your ground for once! ”
moves back, playfully shoving at his arm, beaming.
“ i was worried your little toothpick legs couldn’t hold up! ”
LAUGHS !! more than ready —— he’s been putting in extra strength training 、you see —— and holds out his arms just in time to catch him ! feet dig further into the ground 、 expelling a low grunt before straightening up 。 »
“ armor is heavy and slows you down, dusk. smelt it into your blade and torch and stick both so far up your greater evil that it looks like a lighthouse.”
he doesn’t have to make that effort, doesn’t have to call out in attempt for mydei to listen. but he does.
and in turn, mydei doesn’t have to stop. doesn’t have to pause and half look over his shoulder at him, doesn’t have to give him any further attention at all.
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though surface betrayed nothing, a slight twitch below brow cracked behind concealed complexion .. still veneer of composure honed to nothingness. rupture burned, yet no claw lifted to follow, no plea rose to bar retreat.
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but not so far gone. he’s not nikador; reason and honor aren’t gone from him.
mydei lets go of the notion of trying to push him towards caring about the world. he’ll just do that for him, so dusk can look forward. someone should.
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