PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

Sounds like a plan I can agree to!

[maskarang]

You truly don't object?

[swordhandled]

Truth be told, I trust your parents, but I'm also afraid of them.

[maskarang]

... Another victim of Frederick's terrifying lectures. [ guess they have that in common, too. matching owain's pace and brushing his hand against owain's. ]

[swordhandled]

And the way Cherche smiles before she destroys an enemy? Awe inspiring, but also terrifying.

[ but he lets his hand brush back against gerome's ]

[maskarang]

[ pausing thoughtfully ]

Are you afraid of me?

[swordhandled]

[ letting their pinkies twine together briefly ]

In battle? Perhaps. But no.

[maskarang]

[ why end at a pinky when they can link their ring fingers too? which he does, because this game is going to go on too long ]

After last week, you have no reason to fear me in battle. You bested me fairly, a feat even Kjelle couldn't accomplish.

[swordhandled]

[ grins as they walk towards the kitchen ]

One won battle does not make me a better fighter. Let's train together more in the future.

[maskarang]

You sell yourself too short.

[ but he nods at the offer to train. upping his magic resistance wouldn't be the worst. also, right. oh, look. the kitchen. the thing they were after. stepping in. ]

[swordhandled]

[ trails after him ]

I am merely just keeping myself from getting overconfident.

[maskarang]

Arrogance makes a poor ally, is that it? [ not wrong, he guesses. still, owain is skilled. more than he initially realized.

gonna casually head to the fridge and look for the best quality meat in there. and absolutely stay away from the human remains, thanks. ]

[swordhandled]

[ nnnnot looking in the fridge ]

Confidence, if unchecked, can grow into arrogance.

[maskarang]

[ he'll do the dirty work for you here, he's used to it anyway. shutting the fridge when he has what he wants and setting it on the counter. ]

A problem I can't see you having. For a man who daydreams more than any I've ever known, you're quite pragmatic.

[swordhandled]

My father was always sure to instill that in me.

[maskarang]

No, some things can't be taught. If you had no talent for it, you wouldn't have learned from any of his lessons. Reason may be closer to your nature than those theatrics are. [ a pause before he frowns. he sets his hands on the counter and leans on it. ]

... That may be unfair of me to say. Both are part of you now, that's all that matters.

[swordhandled]

[ he walks towards the counter, leaning against it as he looks at gerome ]

As pragmatic as theatrical?

[maskarang]

A nonsensical combination only you could pull off. [ looking over curiously ]

[swordhandled]

[ quietly covers one of his hands with his ]

All the same, I'm glad to hear from you that I had some natural talent for it. I'm sure even Father would have grown exasperated with me if I didn't.

[maskarang]

[ he's given owain too much power. turning his hand over to grasp owain's ]

I... have much to say about your talents. [ a quick, flustered look away. ] But I have a question. You play the fool for everyone here, save me. Why?

[swordhandled]

While Owain Dark is a part of me, you're the only one I feel comfortable enough to rest in front of.

[maskarang]

I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I'm glad all the same. Now we've both reserved parts of ourselves just for each other.

[swordhandled]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[maskarang]

Nor would I. [ after a quick squeeze he lets go of owain's hand. he leaves the meat aside for now and prepares a kettle. you know, for that tea he mentioned a while ago. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain wanders away and settles on a seat close and just. openly watches gerome ]