WHO: James Holden and YOU WHAT: Catch-all for April WHEN: Fantasy April WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall, mostly, but around NOTES: Starters in the comments, lmk if you'd like something bespoke or feel free to drop in a wildcard.
He'll never admit that the long, judgy silence of being stared down by an emotionless helmet started to make him sweat; but he is only human. He doesn't move to recant his refusal, though, crosses his arms and prepares to wait out the staring contest.
And then, thankfully, Gabranth relents.
"Jim," he says, "Jim Holden. And what can I call you?"
"Gabranth." Judge Magister by preference, but he's been warned away from that title and all its unsettling implications more than enough times by now to know that its use need end beyond the Gallows and its inner workings.
No matter how much it pains him.
Still, that weighty silence clings a lone beat longer, before Gabranth's own broad silhouette presses past Holden's own without any further formality— thick, dark cloak trailing so closely between them in passing that it might even catch Jim's side if he doesn't opt to move.
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And then, thankfully, Gabranth relents.
"Jim," he says, "Jim Holden. And what can I call you?"
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No matter how much it pains him.
Still, that weighty silence clings a lone beat longer, before Gabranth's own broad silhouette presses past Holden's own without any further formality— thick, dark cloak trailing so closely between them in passing that it might even catch Jim's side if he doesn't opt to move.
"Expect me soon."