he looks back at her, then ponders upon those words once more, before he simply shrugs it off. to be honest, he's found rumors and reputation to be a rather unreliable thing. whether it was the mad dog of eckhart, or how benevolent one may say the emperor or queen may be. such titles and designations were just that. mere words to define something that people didn't entirely understand for themselves. no, perhaps, they simply never wanted to understand. ]
I beg to differ. I would say I may be the type who reacts more positively to compliments and praise. [ he says with his usual arrogant manner of speaking, his chin turned up just slightly as if to punctuate his point. he's about to open his mouth again, to ask what she could possibly have in store for him. but reality isn't anything like he expects. he feels her wrap her arms around him and his eyes widen just slightly.
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he seems to take a few seconds to process this before his hand comes up behind her, his hand placed gently on the small of her back. ] Ereskigal. [ he says her name softly, ] This isn't called kindness, but a sweet trap. [ will her embarrassment catch up with her? ]
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he looks back at her, then ponders upon those words once more, before he simply shrugs it off. to be honest, he's found rumors and reputation to be a rather unreliable thing. whether it was the mad dog of eckhart, or how benevolent one may say the emperor or queen may be. such titles and designations were just that. mere words to define something that people didn't entirely understand for themselves. no, perhaps, they simply never wanted to understand. ]
I beg to differ. I would say I may be the type who reacts more positively to compliments and praise. [ he says with his usual arrogant manner of speaking, his chin turned up just slightly as if to punctuate his point. he's about to open his mouth again, to ask what she could possibly have in store for him. but reality isn't anything like he expects. he feels her wrap her arms around him and his eyes widen just slightly.
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he seems to take a few seconds to process this before his hand comes up behind her, his hand placed gently on the small of her back. ] Ereskigal. [ he says her name softly, ] This isn't called kindness, but a sweet trap. [ will her embarrassment catch up with her? ]