( all hell breaks loose, because of course it does, and perhaps it's a good thing that Steak soon runs into Red Wine, his swords already drawn, eyes too dark even in the heat of battle.
he doesn't smile. his eyes don't even brighten at the prospect of fighting alongside his brother-in-arms, because they won't be fighting together.
and this won't be sparring, either.
he swings a blade at Red Wine without a word, teeth bared and his eyes still blank. )
brainwashed ii / closed to red wine
he doesn't smile. his eyes don't even brighten at the prospect of fighting alongside his brother-in-arms, because they won't be fighting together.
and this won't be sparring, either.
he swings a blade at Red Wine without a word, teeth bared and his eyes still blank. )