[ amused, though he is pleased to see she is enjoying her (cute, small) pie. he sets his attention to his own coffee, taking a long slow sip as neve works through her complaints and agreements. accepting help is difficult; doubly so when the problem is so massive that one has no idea where to begin.
this, though, he could do. send help. kill venatori. it was practically a holiday.
he sits in quiet silence as neve finishes her pie, huffing a soft laugh to himself at her forgiveness. he waves a free hand, clearly indicating that such thanks (and, quite frankly, forgiveness) are not necessary, but he does add, slightly teasing: ]
Your acceptance to stay in Treviso for the evening is suitable punishment for my transgressions. [ as if it were ever a chore, to spend time with neve. no, he looks forward to it. seeks it out, even. her hopeless fixation on doing what was right was... nice, really. it almost made him believe that people could be good, after the ossuary. ] And who knows -- perhaps the visit comes with more pie.
[ sweetening the pot. like leading a feral cat to a warm bed. ]
It definitely comes with a hot bath, a warm bed, and whatever room service your heart desires, at the very least. [ he sips his coffee again, settling himself into the wrought-iron chair he is in to make himself as comfortable as possible. ] Your comrades are welcome to respite, too, if they desire it.
[ it isn't as if lucanis couldn't simply just... book out every hotel room in treviso, really. and once he offers it, the crow seems to consider something before he adds, a bit wryly: ]
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Date: 2025-01-18 03:21 am (UTC)[ amused, though he is pleased to see she is enjoying her (cute, small) pie. he sets his attention to his own coffee, taking a long slow sip as neve works through her complaints and agreements. accepting help is difficult; doubly so when the problem is so massive that one has no idea where to begin.
this, though, he could do. send help. kill venatori. it was practically a holiday.
he sits in quiet silence as neve finishes her pie, huffing a soft laugh to himself at her forgiveness. he waves a free hand, clearly indicating that such thanks (and, quite frankly, forgiveness) are not necessary, but he does add, slightly teasing: ]
Your acceptance to stay in Treviso for the evening is suitable punishment for my transgressions. [ as if it were ever a chore, to spend time with neve. no, he looks forward to it. seeks it out, even. her hopeless fixation on doing what was right was... nice, really. it almost made him believe that people could be good, after the ossuary. ] And who knows -- perhaps the visit comes with more pie.
[ sweetening the pot. like leading a feral cat to a warm bed. ]
It definitely comes with a hot bath, a warm bed, and whatever room service your heart desires, at the very least. [ he sips his coffee again, settling himself into the wrought-iron chair he is in to make himself as comfortable as possible. ] Your comrades are welcome to respite, too, if they desire it.
[ it isn't as if lucanis couldn't simply just... book out every hotel room in treviso, really. and once he offers it, the crow seems to consider something before he adds, a bit wryly: ]
But the suite is reserved for you.
[ no giving it up to ashur, ok. ]