It's only a memory. He hasn't heard Her in a long time, hadn't been the one to hear her in the midst of crisis. Is he broken? Is he not important to Her anymore, after being Her champion? Is there something wrong with him?
If so, he chooses it gladly this time, where the only person here to save is himself.
He has understood, before, when the Ascians have spoken, a gift of the Echo, but he's never tried to speak it himself. His mouth is clumsy around the word, but he does surprisingly well with it. The accent is off, awkward, and yet it sounds right in his mouth, musical.
"I like it," he says, after a moment of consideration, confirmation that he's said it correctly, "Of course, I do think Phillip suits you better," there's a wry little smile, small, but his eyes crinkle with it "but I think I might be biased."
"I'd like to have a formal truce," he says after a moment, chuckles at himself, hands trailing down Phillip's sides, "Well, more than a truce, if I'm honest. I'm sure I'm about to go getting myself in trouble the longer I stay here. It would be good to have a familiar face to return to, someone I know inside and out," the tone there leaves little to the imagination, an innuendo in words only, meaning perfectly clear. "If you want, of course. There's only one thing I would need from you in return, if you did."
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Date: 2021-04-12 01:18 am (UTC)It's only a memory. He hasn't heard Her in a long time, hadn't been the one to hear her in the midst of crisis. Is he broken? Is he not important to Her anymore, after being Her champion? Is there something wrong with him?
If so, he chooses it gladly this time, where the only person here to save is himself.
He has understood, before, when the Ascians have spoken, a gift of the Echo, but he's never tried to speak it himself. His mouth is clumsy around the word, but he does surprisingly well with it. The accent is off, awkward, and yet it sounds right in his mouth, musical.
"I like it," he says, after a moment of consideration, confirmation that he's said it correctly, "Of course, I do think Phillip suits you better," there's a wry little smile, small, but his eyes crinkle with it "but I think I might be biased."
"I'd like to have a formal truce," he says after a moment, chuckles at himself, hands trailing down Phillip's sides, "Well, more than a truce, if I'm honest. I'm sure I'm about to go getting myself in trouble the longer I stay here. It would be good to have a familiar face to return to, someone I know inside and out," the tone there leaves little to the imagination, an innuendo in words only, meaning perfectly clear. "If you want, of course. There's only one thing I would need from you in return, if you did."