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[katabasis]

WHO: Wysteria Poppell, Flint, & U
WHAT: Catch-all for Kingsway
WHEN: Throughout the month - backtagged and forward dated to your heart's content.
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Wildcards welcome; let me know if you want some specific and I'll pull something together for us.

[Starters are in ye olde subthreads.]

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hate to see you go, love to watch you leave

[bouchonne]

And from that, Byerly knows...nothing. How decidedly irritating. He's still no closer than when he started to understanding anything about Flint, aside from, one, Flint has an uncomfortable relationship with his Tevene past, and two, Flint must play a mean hand of Wicked Grace. And three, Flint has a surprisingly appealing form that leads one's mind to briefly speculate about what all those rowdy sailors do get up to in their months with no women at hand. Aside from that? Nothing. It's a rare encounter where Byerly feels as though he may actually have given up more than he got.

How unusual. He traces his thumb along his lower lip, studying the muscles of Fint's back speculatively.

"How kind of you," By murmurs in response. Then he drops his hand into the water and smiles. There's something of a threat in it. "I shall have to ensure, then, that I surprise you at the most unexpected of times, to catch you as you scheme and plot against the noble Inquisition. Best keep your eyes open, watching out for Byerly Rutyer, my Captain."

thanks i hate it

[katabasis]

Shaking out the fresh clothes from the packet he'd brought along, he dresses without remark or hurry - tucking away long shirt tails and rolling sleeves, buttoning trousers.. The heavy belt is re-cinched, rings shaken free from their boot and pocketed rather than slid back onto waiting fingers.

"Then you should do your best to make yourself interesting quickly, Mr Rutyer" he finally says while pulling on his boots, giving each a stamp and a tug to see it fully to the knee. Folding both towel and coat over his arm, Flint straightens and stands. And pauses to survey Byerly from that vantage, passing a dispassionate glance down the length of him and back again. It's punctuated at the last by a flat, direct look. "I might forget you otherwise."

With a leading tip of the head, Flint makes his way from the baths.