open

[inkindled]

WHO: Matthias, Nikos, Salvio (tbd if Doki, Val, and Darras will get open stuff. how did I get all of these characters) + YOU
WHAT: just open stuff, man
WHEN: NOW
WHERE: various
NOTES: tiny bit of self-harm but it's so small and it gets fixed so fast

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[exsecutus]

[Too breathless to respond verbally, Nikos rolls his head against the wall so he can look around at Caspar, and makes a rude gesture in his direction.

He doesn't mean it. Or, rather, he does, sort of, mean it, but it belies the other feelings that he has upon just hearing Caspar's voice--the way his stomach turns upside-down and his lungs constrict and his heart skips. And looking at him--that warmth that spreads through him, like when you turn your face toward the sun. All very childish and something he should have outgrown at sixteen, but that's the effect that Caspar has on him.

Once he's caught his breath--]

Welcome home. [And also--] Don't feed it, you'll spoil it.

[excipio]

I'll spoil it.

[ It's a very well cared-for bird. Its head puffs up as he gently scritches the back of its neck, black eyes ticking over to watch Nikos expectantly.

Caspar's curiosity wants Nikos to get on with it and read the note, too, but he's better at poker than the raven is. All he's telegraphing is nonchalance, like he'd be content to feed ravens and make small talk all morning. ]

Thank you. Kirkwall's officially home, now?

[exsecutus]

That-- [the glossiness, the plumpness, the utterly indulgent way that the raven permits the scritching] --is not my fault.

[The bird tips its head in Nikos' direction with a sqwark, as if challenging that statement. Nikos scowls and pushes away from the wall at last.]

And that was sarcasm. I fucking hate it here. And I assume you do as well, or else you'd be here more. [Which sounds like a bitchy boyfriend thing to say, and Nikos scowls at himself, and snatches up the note.] What brings you back?

[excipio]

[ Caspar smiles broadly at the list of corrections and the assumption, which isn't entirely wrong. Kirkwall's very literal walls and -towns are hardly his first choice. He lightly kicks Nikos while he's in range to grab the letter, leather boot nudging his shin. ]

You. [ Half true, wholly earnest. He idly retrieves another grape from the cloth he's got bunched in one hand. There's only a few pieces of fruit, which either means he only brought a few or he's already fed the bird the lion's share. ] I thought I'd stay for a bit. Whose fault is it?

[ Other than his, obviously. He's feeding the raven that second (?) grape. ]

[exsecutus]

[His gaze had jerked up at the kick, and then visibly--if imperceptibly to anyone besides Caspar--his expression softens. Which on Nikos means less glaring, but again, Caspar will be able to read that. And the way his shoulders hunch, the little tug of something like a smile--it's not completely true, he knows that, Caspar doesn't do anything for Nikos and Nikos alone, and he would never want him to--but it still feels good to hear it. And good, too, to hear that Caspar will stay. Better than anything.

He quickly scuffs that near-smile to a frown, his version of neutral, and turns his attention back to the letter.]

The Averesches.

[Which quells some of his near-good humor, too. He ignores the raven-feeding, and goes for one of his daggers to cut open the letter.]

They're very generous. As you know. It extends even to animals.

[excipio]

[ He does know, and he didn't really need to ask; he didn't have to open the letter to recognize the seal. There are plenty of things he knows or could know without asking. He could open said letters and deftly reseal them, or he could ask any number of the agents who occasionally check in on Nikos — strictly under order to make sure he's still alive and kicking and not in imminent trouble, never to pry.

It's much more interesting to ask. He's used to secrets having more power when someone doesn't know you're onto them, but Nikos' secrets? Completely worthless unless they're willingly given. ]

Yes, of course— and Spiders. I think I still owe them a thank you letter for their generous buy-in.

[ a 10+ year overdue letter for an illegal thing they didn't know they were funding would be polite, yes ]

[exsecutus]

Don't thank them.

[Nikos punctuates this statement by ripping the dagger along the letter and shaking it open. He scans a few lines.]

It wasn't done for thanks. And my mother would write back to you, and if you struck up a correspondence with my mother, I would jump out of this tower and let my brains get smashed out on the rocks. And you'd no longer have any reason to come to Kirkwall.

[excipio]

And they'd make some poor maid clean it up. [ Hardly seems fair. The raven takes the last piece of fruit, clocks the empty handkerchief, then hops off down the window sill to eat in peace. It gives the uncanny impression of someone politely bowing out of an obviously private conversation. ]

How are they faring?

[ Casual, like it's any other day instead of several months into Nevarra's lopsided collapse. The fact that he's asking at all is telling enough. ]

[exsecutus]

[Nikos' mouth quirks up at the corners. Some poor maid. He doesn't look up from the letter. Still reading, he reports--]

Antiva is lovely this time of year. Boats on the water. I told you they have a dog now. Hylactor. It bit someone. They love the damn thing. They're sad, [he turns the letter over, keeps scanning,] pity, blah blah blah, poor bleeding Nevarra. That's just polite. Lapsed misplaced patriotism.

[Having decided that the letter is no threat, Nikos shoves the dagger back in at his belt and shoots Caspar a look.]

Easy to say from a fucking mansion.