WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
Some of that wary distance starts to thaw. It’s like carefully adjusting a dial, Cassian calibrating his demeanour accordingly to match and echo the other man: how much playful warmth to exude, how much to try to make this stranger like him in turn. Likely familiar calculations.
“Well,” he says, musing with a twinkle in his eye, “I haven’t had any yet, so I can’t say. What if it is very terrible wine?”
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“Well,” he says, musing with a twinkle in his eye, “I haven’t had any yet, so I can’t say. What if it is very terrible wine?”