( that's the scowl that he's come to recognize and... not necessarily love, but something that's so recognizable and in a very odd way, endearing. it's a touch of the familiar that settles ranulf, grounds him as he pops the cork off with his thumb and nods. )
Intimate? ( it sounds like it, but ranulf is too busy focused on the benefits not just for himself, but the ones that would help soren. the word feral strikes him in the most serious way--- to think of soren, someone he believes as being the most rational and reasonable at times, falling into that kind of mindset? it's horrific.
the idea of soren also opening up to others is also... he can't possibly like either of the outcomes or results, but as long as he's safe? well, ranulf's admiration of the tactician has only grown stronger. )
Okay. Here's to us, I guess.
( ranulf's seen beorc toast before, offering words before a drink. this is no different, right? raising the vial to his lips, he ingests the silvery liquid with closed eyes. )
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Intimate? ( it sounds like it, but ranulf is too busy focused on the benefits not just for himself, but the ones that would help soren. the word feral strikes him in the most serious way--- to think of soren, someone he believes as being the most rational and reasonable at times, falling into that kind of mindset? it's horrific.
the idea of soren also opening up to others is also... he can't possibly like either of the outcomes or results, but as long as he's safe? well, ranulf's admiration of the tactician has only grown stronger. )
Okay. Here's to us, I guess.
( ranulf's seen beorc toast before, offering words before a drink. this is no different, right? raising the vial to his lips, he ingests the silvery liquid with closed eyes. )