@classiqals | Ariyan and Angelo, At The Boat Race ConcorrĆŖncia
If not for his new bridge, Angelo and Ariyan could keep their encounters congenial. Two like-minded, ambitious snakes like themselves had more to admire than fear. Especially, when they were not diametrically opposed. Alas, he is a husband now. And what good is a husband, if not to fight for his wife's honor? Having caught sight of regent from the ways away, Angelo waits until the opportune moment. Their guards remain - hidden in plain sight, but seemingly in a pattern. With a slick nod, he walks forward, fingers wrapped around the jade-encrusted walking staff. A gift from my wife, he says to anyone who inquires.
"How goes it, keeping my wife's seat warm?" Angelo inquires with a click of his tongue, a placid look that fails not to instigate. "Or her brother-in-law's, for that matter..."














