#dupliciti.

"it's too late to say you're sorry." bluntly said, despite the hint of a smile on chapped lips as duke leads the thief along dark, winding corridors. sampo's only been under wriothesly's care for an hour at most... he doesn't think he's stopped talking for more than a few seconds this whole time. // @dupliciti

the  captain  shouldn't  be  so  intimately  intertwined  with  the  mercenary.  with  what  he  does  know  about  sampo,  their  connection  would  be  frowned  upon  by  outsiders,  should  they  realize  that  there  is  something  deeper  than  gepard  attempting  to  keep  the  peace  through  keeping  sampo's  antics  at  bay.  he  knows  he  shouldn't  rely  on  him,  of  all  people,  yet  ..  as  he  looks  around  at  the  snow  covered  battlefield,  red  painting  white,  where  they  are  the  only  two  living  bodies  left  ..  resignation  is  all  that  he  can  manage.  “  fine,  but  ..  ”  his  left  hand  moves  to  grasp  onto  the  other  male's  wrist,  yet  ..  he  doesn't,  simply  hovering  over  his  arm.  “  don't  touch  me,  unless  you  have  no  choice.  ”  because  he's  unstable  now,  having  little  control  over  his  freezing  abilities.  “  should  something  happen  to  you  if  you  ignore  my  warnings,  it  will  be  my  fault  for  not  being  convincing  enough.  ”

which is why chuuya assumes that tall, blue and passable looking is already swooping around trying to get the measure of the more inebriated patrons and hardly making an attempt to hide his activities in the process. drawing level with the taller man, chuuya catches his wrist in a grip that all but demands that sampo pay attention. "you got a name? 'cus i need a name t' put to the face i'm gonna introduce to the concrete outside if you carry on breakin' the rules like that, pal." -> @dupliciti : sc.

with that, sampo is released and wriothesley retreats to lean back against his desk with an undeniably smug grin spreading across his expression.