[ he notes her shift with satisfaction, though his expression only shows a slight roll of his eyes. cooped up. he, by all accounts, is a hermit. so rarely do other people deign to tolerate his neuroses that he rarely deviates from his set course. the only exception, really, is the woman sitting across from him. rook was no longer in antiva, by viago's last account. and lucanis was dead.
the thought is an odd one, that teia is the only one left who tolerates him long enough to free him from his self-imposed prison of isolation and tinkering. bittersweet, maybe. but here she was, flushed and teasing, nudging at his leg just a bit, her expression coy and playful. the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he thinks, and probably ever will.
why she puts up with him, viago has no idea. but she does, and always forgives him, even when he doesn't particularly feel he's deserved it. making a mistake with teia never felt terrifying, like it did with everything (and everyone) else. she was a safety net he never knew he needed.
the thought causes his lips to twitch into a faint smile, and he sighs a bit dramatically, turning his gaze to the canal. their food should be here soon, and his mind was already working ahead to what needed to be tested. but he does say: ]
You already have. [ he is, after all, at dinner. ] But the ride here was miserable. I think the only thing that got me through such torture was the promise of fine treasure at the end of it.
[ knowing he was going to see teia was worth an irritating carriage ride, a cure to even his most foul moods. he straightens up enough to reach out to the bottle of wine, turning it slightly to see the vintage. his eyes flicker to teia briefly, offering her a small smile, before returning to the label. ]
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Date: 2025-02-11 02:01 am (UTC)the thought is an odd one, that teia is the only one left who tolerates him long enough to free him from his self-imposed prison of isolation and tinkering. bittersweet, maybe. but here she was, flushed and teasing, nudging at his leg just a bit, her expression coy and playful. the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he thinks, and probably ever will.
why she puts up with him, viago has no idea. but she does, and always forgives him, even when he doesn't particularly feel he's deserved it. making a mistake with teia never felt terrifying, like it did with everything (and everyone) else. she was a safety net he never knew he needed.
the thought causes his lips to twitch into a faint smile, and he sighs a bit dramatically, turning his gaze to the canal. their food should be here soon, and his mind was already working ahead to what needed to be tested. but he does say: ]
You already have. [ he is, after all, at dinner. ] But the ride here was miserable. I think the only thing that got me through such torture was the promise of fine treasure at the end of it.
[ knowing he was going to see teia was worth an irritating carriage ride, a cure to even his most foul moods. he straightens up enough to reach out to the bottle of wine, turning it slightly to see the vintage. his eyes flicker to teia briefly, offering her a small smile, before returning to the label. ]
How is your wine?