[ Company, a curiously loaded word in a place like this, when so many of them are strangers. It hasn't escaped him that he'd do well to make friends, when much of what comes to pass here relies in one way or another on strength in numbers. He's already at a disadvantage, being new, on top of lacking any strength or durability (on top of being mortal, when gods walk the grounds, here).
He's of no use to anyone (to Jinx) if he doesn't make himself useful, and this is what he knows how to do. There's an uneasy ache in his chest, one splintered into each scarred-over bullet hole, that suggests he could stop, that going past the veil of death should be a release. But he can't let go, not in a place like this.
Shadowheart makes it easy, besides. He doesn't have to stare to know that there's only bare skin underneath the fabric of her dress.
As he sets the bottle down, looking around to see if there are glasses — two, conveniently, placed on a silver tray: ] It's poor manners to come empty-handed.
[ Like he comes from the kind of wealth that makes that a given. He makes short work of the cork, pouring twice before setting the bottle down. When she casts her gaze back at him, he's quick to meet it, eyes narrowing briefly in an approximation of a smile. ]
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He's of no use to anyone (to Jinx) if he doesn't make himself useful, and this is what he knows how to do. There's an uneasy ache in his chest, one splintered into each scarred-over bullet hole, that suggests he could stop, that going past the veil of death should be a release. But he can't let go, not in a place like this.
Shadowheart makes it easy, besides. He doesn't have to stare to know that there's only bare skin underneath the fabric of her dress.
As he sets the bottle down, looking around to see if there are glasses — two, conveniently, placed on a silver tray: ] It's poor manners to come empty-handed.
[ Like he comes from the kind of wealth that makes that a given. He makes short work of the cork, pouring twice before setting the bottle down. When she casts her gaze back at him, he's quick to meet it, eyes narrowing briefly in an approximation of a smile. ]
Tell me, what's the occasion?