( When he pours, it's with the generous of a man who sees gain within literal hand's reach. He allows himself another thumb's width of drink in his own cup, before gently settling the bottle to rest and anticipating Mr. Kirk's revelations.
All the same, he gasps when the gifts join the table, hands rushed and trembled when they round around the box, feeling out the blunt sides, the edges. Weighing it with fond reverence. )
Then, he had it. We suspected, but... he had it.
( And now it sits prettily in Maximilian Hawk's grasp, peacefully patient when his rattled fingers stumble on the latches. When he opens it, breath bated, it's — it contains...
...nothing. Not a damned scintilla of dust. Not a breeze. )
What game is this, Mr. Kirk? What is he playing at? And the... ( The scroll, unravelled quickly, almost hasty enough to tear it but falling short. 39.42116 N, inked beneath Hawk's nail. ) And the westward coordinate? Mr. Kirk?
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( When he pours, it's with the generous of a man who sees gain within literal hand's reach. He allows himself another thumb's width of drink in his own cup, before gently settling the bottle to rest and anticipating Mr. Kirk's revelations.
All the same, he gasps when the gifts join the table, hands rushed and trembled when they round around the box, feeling out the blunt sides, the edges. Weighing it with fond reverence. )
Then, he had it. We suspected, but... he had it.
( And now it sits prettily in Maximilian Hawk's grasp, peacefully patient when his rattled fingers stumble on the latches. When he opens it, breath bated, it's — it contains...
...nothing. Not a damned scintilla of dust. Not a breeze. )
What game is this, Mr. Kirk? What is he playing at? And the... ( The scroll, unravelled quickly, almost hasty enough to tear it but falling short. 39.42116 N, inked beneath Hawk's nail. ) And the westward coordinate? Mr. Kirk?