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

Comments

[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.