( Grit of his teeth, and how he wants it, steel and gravel and a bite like horses wear, something to grip on. Curses should not leave a gentleman's mouth, better bile from a chasm. Better anger.
A misunderstanding, no more than this. Thorns, dug deep in his skin. He flinches, the reaction immediate enough to stir him from learned inertia. Hear him. No, hear him. Children, how they never listen. Only the one. )
I am not a necromancer. You think of Wei Ying. ( Unorthodox. Creative. The better man. ) I do not share his gift.
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( Grit of his teeth, and how he wants it, steel and gravel and a bite like horses wear, something to grip on. Curses should not leave a gentleman's mouth, better bile from a chasm. Better anger.
A misunderstanding, no more than this. Thorns, dug deep in his skin. He flinches, the reaction immediate enough to stir him from learned inertia. Hear him. No, hear him. Children, how they never listen. Only the one. )
I am not a necromancer. You think of Wei Ying. ( Unorthodox. Creative. The better man. ) I do not share his gift.