closed | Venatori Gone Wild

[keenly]

WHO: Bastien, Colin, Leander, and Nikos
WHAT: Tracking down Venatori who got deep into Orlais at the invitation of some idiot noble
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Southern Orlais
NOTES: reference.

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[cozen]

Linus does try talking, at first, interjecting several syllables that he abandons when no space is made to accommodate their followers, because talking would be a great way to distract him from the image of his eyeballs being peeled like grapes. But as the curly one continues talking, that becomes its own distraction.

There’s a pause. It’s a pause for scheming.

“Yes,” he says, with a hopeful note, “actually, they are.”

To the extent that making it impossible for him to cast anything useful counts as hurting him. He thinks it counts.

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[exsecutus]

Nikos manages not to transfer his glare to Leander. He wants to, badly. But he doesn't. It would be bad for this scene that they're setting. He's played in this space before himself, been played with. The character of Nikos wants only to threaten the character of the captive, not his fellow member of Riftwatch. To indulge in petty infighting would be a chink in their defense, a critical flaw that might be manipulated.

He rewards himself for his restraint with the thought of peeling Leander's eyeballs like grapes, and the romance of the act. Though he wouldn't, actually. He's not a torturer. But he would like Leander to shut the fuck up.

"Untie him and see how far he gets," he suggests, sourly. "Then we can be done with all of this."

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[sarcophage]

Shutting the fuck up would unravel this entire exercise, and so Leander declines to do so, despite the intense radiation of hatred Nikos is probably exuding right now.

"Must we?" A question hints at submission. His gaze drops, too, to the bonds in question. How perfectly obvious. Were he closer, he might even reach a hand out and touch the ropes, like fondling them would help him decide—a false thrill for their captive, a glimpse of illusory pity skimming the surface. Alas, he's too far away, so the thoughtful caress of his eyes will have to do.

"Don't forget what happened with the last one," spoken over his shoulder, the latest chapter of an old argument. "He took far too long to die." Eyes back to Linus, but still speaking to Nikos, "It was inhumane. Can we not try it my way this time?"