[akslhfasjkf I HAVE NOT SEEN IT AND I NEED TO IMMEDIATELY OMG (I'm guessing this must be something he's doing in the states/while he's on that side of the Atlantic? Because pitbulls are actually banned in the UK). Also, apologies for my slow lately--I'm trying to climb back on top of some RL stuff and everything has gone a bit up in the air as a consequence.]
"For a long time no one really knew--he disappeared, which was easy since back then he was little more than a rumor or legend. Then a few years ago a young Valiant, as we call those who've felt the calling of a Wyld Hunt, learned the precise circumstances of Riannoc's death and tracked down the sword and the squire both. He'd taken up with bandits and was using the blade's magic to win pit fights at an outpost in Kryta. She defeated him and reclaimed the blade, but just as important, she gave us answers about Riannoc's fate that allowed his story to be completed within the Dream."
Perhaps it wasn't a story of grand justice, but in the end Aurus clearly seemed to consider it justice nonetheless. And anyway, he was far more focused on the effect that his forwardness had.
To be sure, pleased though he was to get a reaction, he wasn't planning to startle Charles that much, and for a moment he worried that he might have gone too far. He was relieved when the man seemed to recover, but he still felt as though perhaps he'd pushed harder than he should. He wanted his flirtation to inspire, to tease, to play, but not to truly discomfort. And the fact that Charles was clearly fighting to keep that playful calm...
"I would say that it just means I'll have to make sure to take you somewhere more secluded first," his smile grew more gentle, intimate, "but I think I ought to apologize--if I went too far, crossed a line. The last thing I want is to make you feel pressured."
(Of course Charles would still be well within his rights to devise a plan to get him back later if he wanted.)
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"For a long time no one really knew--he disappeared, which was easy since back then he was little more than a rumor or legend. Then a few years ago a young Valiant, as we call those who've felt the calling of a Wyld Hunt, learned the precise circumstances of Riannoc's death and tracked down the sword and the squire both. He'd taken up with bandits and was using the blade's magic to win pit fights at an outpost in Kryta. She defeated him and reclaimed the blade, but just as important, she gave us answers about Riannoc's fate that allowed his story to be completed within the Dream."
Perhaps it wasn't a story of grand justice, but in the end Aurus clearly seemed to consider it justice nonetheless. And anyway, he was far more focused on the effect that his forwardness had.
To be sure, pleased though he was to get a reaction, he wasn't planning to startle Charles that much, and for a moment he worried that he might have gone too far. He was relieved when the man seemed to recover, but he still felt as though perhaps he'd pushed harder than he should. He wanted his flirtation to inspire, to tease, to play, but not to truly discomfort. And the fact that Charles was clearly fighting to keep that playful calm...
"I would say that it just means I'll have to make sure to take you somewhere more secluded first," his smile grew more gentle, intimate, "but I think I ought to apologize--if I went too far, crossed a line. The last thing I want is to make you feel pressured."
(Of course Charles would still be well within his rights to devise a plan to get him back later if he wanted.)