[ His shoulders don't tense. He doesn't pause, now fiddling with a poker,
But he doesn't answer, either. Nell saw. Nell saw, and that was danger enough — leverage, if he thought she'd a reason to use it. Hasn't given her one.
So what do you want? Ilias waited to speak of this. Might have knocked that arrow in more dangerous company, instead saved the bait for a week or more. Tinder catches, ignites. He pulls back. ]
An accident,
[ No, that's how. Isaac turns, and his face is too still to be anything but wary; taut about the awareness of threat. It's been more than a decade since a mask could cover these little slips, and he's never had the control necessary to lie like a true professional. To pretend that he's about to put down the iron in his fist.
(It isn't blood. Would burning be kinder? Do you really think anyone would believe —) ]
You didn't fight. In the war.
[ The last one. A question:They don't share contacts; that only means so much. ]
no subject
But he doesn't answer, either. Nell saw. Nell saw, and that was danger enough — leverage, if he thought she'd a reason to use it. Hasn't given her one.
So what do you want? Ilias waited to speak of this. Might have knocked that arrow in more dangerous company, instead saved the bait for a week or more. Tinder catches, ignites. He pulls back. ]
An accident,
[ No, that's how. Isaac turns, and his face is too still to be anything but wary; taut about the awareness of threat. It's been more than a decade since a mask could cover these little slips, and he's never had the control necessary to lie like a true professional. To pretend that he's about to put down the iron in his fist.
(It isn't blood. Would burning be kinder? Do you really think anyone would believe —) ]
You didn't fight. In the war.
[ The last one. A question:They don't share contacts; that only means so much. ]