⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He had not made a movement to push recklessly into the other's personal space. Still glaring down at them, wings partially flutter in value.
Anything Lord Telamon would do could affect their own detriment—which for once &&.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a 'tsk.' full of reflected emotions at one's low, muttered statement. asking for truth—after truth was spoken clearly.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Theeself asks for no sugar-coated," there is a noticeable pause in its voice, "on a topic that leaves &&.
/ I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY VER Y SORRY AND I AM ALSO SORRY IF THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE. 😞😞😞 i do not have a great grasp on dusekkar and shedletsky's relationship as of right now so i beg that this is good.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀still remains dimmed as ever. You shame me, then ask for truths? what if he says that, "no. as a dearest, long acquaintance—you remain on the same level as known." do You declare that as a sugar-coated statement, Dusekkar?"
@telamonswap "a duel. this duel really did a number on you—you still look intact, though."
movement of a dove, fluttering wings that brought him closer to its image.
"may Lord Telamon ask on who it was that thee had as an opponent?"
a hunched eyebrow, looking straight back at his other version. goodness. [ telamon is a handsome fella! ]
"well, greetings to you—well, me—but to you!" the God's eye would travel upon the scarred face.
@sqireret *Perhaps the most awkward thing for Telamon was meeting other versions of himself. So seeing yet another he couldn’t help but be taken aback. Not that he showed it. Instead he approached it with curiosity. A friendly smile on his scarred face.*
“Greetings.”