[Shhh, he hasn't really noticed, or is perhaps pretending not to, each time Cain lights the fire without a match with which to do so. As in this moment, for example-- Julian busies himself with the process of partially undressing whilst the younger man tends to the lighting of the stove, his one visible eye conveniently averted.
Asra moves to get the window, which leaves him with no small chore with which to busy himself, and as such - stripped down to his shirt, but with leather gloves still concealing his hands from view - he crosses the relatively sparse space to stand by the window himself. With hands on hips he takes a big, in-drawn breath, inhales the scent of the sea as it rolls into the room. Feels, for one bright moment, as though he's somewhere familiar, somewhere known. And there's a curious sense of contentment that comes from being up so high, looking out at the city beyond.
Has he always felt this way about heights? In this moment, he doesn't think to question it.]
Pretty good view, isn't it?
[He says it distractedly, almost half to himself, before turning to back to face the other two. Folds his arms over the broad plane of his chest.]
And I'll drink tea...when there isn't anything stronger.
[He says it with the flash of a wily smile, leaves Asra's question to Cain-- for now, at least, he still thinks of this as the other man's abode, himself a transitory visitor.]
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Asra moves to get the window, which leaves him with no small chore with which to busy himself, and as such - stripped down to his shirt, but with leather gloves still concealing his hands from view - he crosses the relatively sparse space to stand by the window himself. With hands on hips he takes a big, in-drawn breath, inhales the scent of the sea as it rolls into the room. Feels, for one bright moment, as though he's somewhere familiar, somewhere known. And there's a curious sense of contentment that comes from being up so high, looking out at the city beyond.
Has he always felt this way about heights? In this moment, he doesn't think to question it.]
Pretty good view, isn't it?
[He says it distractedly, almost half to himself, before turning to back to face the other two. Folds his arms over the broad plane of his chest.]
And I'll drink tea...when there isn't anything stronger.
[He says it with the flash of a wily smile, leaves Asra's question to Cain-- for now, at least, he still thinks of this as the other man's abode, himself a transitory visitor.]