[There's a noise that catches in the back of his throat there, just barely audible. Something perhaps to do with the burns he'd left Jone with upon their first meeting— kindled temper being what it is.
He dislikes the memory of it, and discards it the moment it arises.]
There is a difference. You seek trouble as a bird to its prey, though your heart is a far softer thing than your talons.
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Date: 2021-04-27 02:34 am (UTC)He dislikes the memory of it, and discards it the moment it arises.]
There is a difference. You seek trouble as a bird to its prey, though your heart is a far softer thing than your talons.