So recklessly honest.

Well, now that’s an adorable expression if he’s ever seen one…people who wear their hearts on their sleeves are always so endearingly open. But contrary to popular belief, Legault does know how to hold his tongue on occasion. He could hardly have gone around being Black Fang with loose lips now, could he?

“What is there to get?” He shrugs, then places one hand over his chest. “Maybe the word of a former assassin is hard to take at face value, but I’ve been as honest as I can be. Tell me then, what is it you want to understand?”

Ah, this familiar impasse. The need to be honest, the aching necessity of telling Legault I still don’t get what you find so interesting about a guy like me-- but not wanting to invite the guilt trip and deluge of sweet nothings to follow. Isn’t quite in the mood to coax a remark out of Legault that might send Heath running for the hills.

Well, he supposes that chilly response is to be expected, but old habits die hard. He eases up on the smirk a little bit, though he doubts there’s much he can do that he hasn’t already tried to convince Heath of his sincerity.

“Aw, you’re no fun. But fine, for now my lips are sealed.” At least about potential activities. “Getting serious now–what did you mean by your question?”

Though Heath’s expression relaxes into a more familiar state of skeptical, his shoulders seem to hike. A new kind of stress, one that came with unfamiliar territory -- and not a battlefield, no.

Just. Talking to Legault, candidly. It always proved to be more difficult than escaping a fleet of Bern’s angriest bounty hunters ever could be.

‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’ (for the hurricane, of course :) )

@cavaliant​ replied:

Oh? Heath is the one approaching him for once? Well, never let it be said that Legault is a man who doesn’t reward initiative. Ignoring the tiny fact that Heath’s initiating nothing but a slightly confused, possibly exasperated conversation here.

“Someone like me? Whatever do you mean by that? I personally can think of many, many things you could do with me...I could list them all for you, if you’d like. In exquisite detail. Wherever should I begin?”

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If Heath’s neutral expression could be described as sour, it had just scrunched up to do its best impression of a prune. Subtle, certainly, but the new crease in his brow overtly spells his exasperation.

💭 + being a mercenary (I know the ask meme is from a while ago so feel free to ignore!)

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“It’s not like I have a choice.”

But it could be worse, honestly. Ask him about his days with the Riders and his answer might be curt if sober - but the truth stood that no amount of camaraderie could measure to the promise of freedom. He felt more of it even with a bounty over his head than he ever did proudly bearing Bern’s crest.

Not that he’d admit it out loud. Not that he was ready to, either. In his head, Bern was still his present, even if it had no place in his future. 

skyhighonpride asked:

❛ Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me. ❜

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“Mm? I was just curious.” Whatever Heath was working on, it seemed to be fine and delicate – and therefore of course Legault was interested. “I’ll stay out of your way if I can watch.”

“They weren’t in your tent,” Legault pointed out. “They were outside.” He cocked a crooked smile at Heath and lifted the boots away from his grab. “They do say you can know a man better by walking a mile in his shoes. You could take mine for a while, if you’re that insistent.”

You’re back???!

Don’t tell me

     That I never fought

          My absolute hardest.

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