[OPEN] there is a light that i leave on

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, Marcoulf, Flint and OPEN
WHAT: Open post/catch-all/buries myself in top levels
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall and misc
NOTES: Prose or brackets are a-okay. Feel free to hit me up on DM or discord if you want something specific that isn't here. Just posting a wildcard and winging it is awesome too.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

It's not a surprise. But he can't deny that it's a disappointment. His people need help, he needs help, and it doesn't feel like many will lend a hand.

He doesn't say any of that, though. While his mood is written on his face because he's got the worst poker face, Anders nods and pushes off against the wall before pulling his hood back up.

"Right, then. Thank you for your time." His voice is closed off, brusque. There's little point in asking Flint to not talk, either. The man will or the man won't. He's quite sure he can't influence that. He turns to go.

[katabasis]

He doesn't say You're welcome, - that's a step too far, easily -, but he doesn't do anything to stop Anders from going either. There are conversations that could happen. That maybe even should happen. That, thinks Flint, is a man who might be convinced of certain truths in the right context and there's use in that. But not here. Not yet.

After a moment, Flint resumes shifting the stacks of paper, the rolled charts, the small collection of books from the desk to the sea trunk.