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faderift2021-03-06 03:58 pm
deceivingly) wrote in faderift2021-03-06 03:58 pm
OPEN
WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm
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But John doesn't. There's only so far he cares to push, considering what Matthias knows about him, considering Matthias' good nature and how anxious he looks in the moment.
"You're not going to be sacked," is the first reassurance, made as John rounds one of the chairs and eases into it. His head tips towards the other. "But you should try to look less guilty, particularly if you weren't doing anything very wrong."
Is this the right lesson? Maybe, maybe not. It's the one John's capable of sharing. He had, after all, promised not to pry. It leaves him with this: a piece of advice Matthias might make use of.
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He does, at last, relax a little--though he doesn't necessarily look any less guilty for it. That's not the sort of thing you can put on with just a moment's notice. Or at least, Matthias can't. He suspects Silver would be able to without any trouble at all.
"Might've been a little wrong," he admits, "but not wrong against Commander Flint, like. More just--"
Uncomfortably, he shifts his weight, rocks forward onto his toes and then back onto his heels. He tosses another look at Flint's desktop. Takes a breath. Doesn't look back at Silver, not just yet.
"Someone I care about is missing. I was thinking maybe they were sent away on a mission, but it was secret, and that's why I didn't hear anything about it. I wanted to see if I could find anything out. But there's nothing that I saw, and I would've asked Commander Flint about it, but he's, I dunno, he's not going to tell me outright, is he? And I don't want him to think I'm an idiot." So instead he'll let Flint's associate think he's an idiot, well done, Matthias, really, and he pulls a face at himself, and casts his gaze down at the floor.