#;incharacter

“...Well, another day, another-”

"Yes, I do often wonder if I should go out and search for answers..." Rowan responded, eyes on his tea as he mindlessly swirled the porcelain cup around. He wasn't particularly fond of these memories, but Nik had caught him going through old photos and began asking questions. "But also, part of me just wants to be left alone. They've already found me once, and that was in a small town where they could've easily walked around without worry."

"I'm just sayin', dude. We should come up with a plan of some sorts if they do decide to go after you again. I mean, I've read up on that stuff and it seems like they're afraid of dhampirs for the sole reason that you're way too badass for them."

'That's putting it lightly.'

The air gets caught in his throat, the same old sense of shame washing over him instantly. Deep inside he's still the same war-hungry monster, the same beast trying to justify all the blood it spilled. What indeed.

"A lonely death."

There's a pause in his movements too, staring at her with very wide bright blue eyes. 

And then it twitched. 

 "Okay. Remove ya hand please?"

“Og why would I allow that?”Though, it had to be pointed out, he did look up from the dinner table filled with savoury vegetables and deliciously seasoned meat, to look at the Norwegian only several feet away from him. Stiff, not enjoying himself. And the Dane didn’t understand, what could someone like him want?“Ya have the finest clothing og the loveliest chambers, so why would ya ask for that?” His voice, albeit unwillingly grew louder as more syllables spilled out of his mouth. The displeasure uncomfortable, he only wanted a nice evening with his friend.

He's not sure whenever the cold is at fault for the Icelanders flushing cheeks or his words. 

Either way, he decides to not care for it and instead reaches for a gloved hand, his own skin warmer than the fabric protecting his.

                                                                 "Am I ever?"

 [Bursts into his home unexpected and without a...

[Stops rummaging through his things.] The what–I burned that thing it almost cut off circulation to my wrist!! [Huffs and points at him.] For one, it was pansy, not prissy, for two, I know you have my hunting charm. I said I would make you one!