#triinitas

Despite her massive appearance, the book in her hands was rather small, almost comically so. But she turned the pages so delicately, golden eyes scanning the words.

“ What is so special about this ‘ancient tome‘ that we have to put our lives in peril? “

Despite the fact that barbarian was more than equipped for traveling and strength, that didn’t mean she would cease her relentless bitching over the ‘insignificance of a book’ . Lacking the knowledge in any magic that didn’t concern necromancy, Bethanne only advanced in two things — hitting things very hard and manipulating the dead to her whim.

“ Can you not just — I do not know, use a library? Read a few magic letters and poof, your mind is now altered to be more whimsical or some shit? “

She holds the axe in one hand, the dark metal catching the light but hardly reflecting it as she looks it over for a second.

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source: for the damaged sentence starters.

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Head tilted down as he gazed at the floor, his eyes hid below the brim of his hat. He did this at times, intentionally attempting to conceal his face. It tended to be far too expressive at the worst of times. Always at the detriment of others, somehow. Never himself. Of course not himself.

It would make sense to assume he felt embarrassed by how uncontrollably he wore his heart on his sleeve, but that was only true in the context of the larger reason he tried to hide his face.

Embarrassment came from frustration which came from shame which came from GUILT. There was something about the fervor in his eyes that seemed to bend others to his will, the open vulnerability he couldn't help but display. When it happened, it was always an accident ⸻ at least he believed it to be. He did not mean to . . . persuade with a mere glance; he hated the feeling that came with it.

So yes, when Freiora spoke, Puck found himself withdrawing underneath the cover of his hat. His vision blurred as he stared down at nothing at all. He did not want his own sense of loss, that sudden, deep ache in his chest, to deter her from speaking. He needed to try to let go.

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Iago looks at Freiora's offered hand, then back at her again, then at the hand again.

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