𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

i can still smell the fire, though i know it’s long died out.

ㅤ A revolutionary thought. Next you'll suggest we hold hands and discuss our feelings. Spare me. ㅤ

ㅤ Has someone struck you upon the head? Your words are even more painfully sincere than usual. It is unsettling. ㅤ

ㅤ What? Do not waste my time with your vacant looks, Alistair. ㅤ

ㅤ That's precisely the sort of endearing, unifying rhetoric one expects from a king. Charming. Truly. ㅤ

the things you’re saying touch something deep inside of me. talk to me, keep talking.

⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “ ⠀ I do not miss people, I miss the 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 they f͟a͟i͟l͟e͟d͟ to break. ·.༄࿔ ⠀”

❝ what a lovely forest. kind of makes you want to retch, yes? ❞

ㅤ⠀Impressive. No hesitation. For a brief moment, they consider offering a joke about it possibly being poisoned, but they decide against it. ㅤ⠀❝You certainly *did need that more than I. . .❞

"On of my Crows?" He repeated that with a raised brow and turned his head slightly. "Sounds like you've got some pretty big enemies then, if they asked The Crows to try and take you out."

⠀𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓⠀⠀𝓨𝐎𝐔⠀⠀𝓒𝐀𝐋𝐋⠀⠀𝓽𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖎͟𝖘͟⠀⠀𝖏͟𝖚͟𝖘͟𝖙͟⠀⠀𝖇͟𝖚͟𝖘͟𝖎͟𝖓͟𝖊͟𝖘͟𝖘͟ . . . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

One cup of caffeinated tea coming up!

ㅤ⠀Blink, blink. ㅤ⠀They look down at their cup of coffee, before wordlessly holding it out towards him. He certainly appears to need it *more. . .

Nodnod, holding her hand out for him. "This way I wont lose you!"

How does he feel about tea?

“Of course. I am always a gracious host.” Even if it meant getting a few sideways glances from crows as they proceeded down the stairs. “So, tell me. Alistair, what brings you to Antiva?”