[A little smile twitches onto Bene's mouth in response to that wink, but it's too gloomy to be properly mischievous; Colin is attractive, but that's another conversation that takes a lot of unpacking, effort expended when all he has wanted to do for days is lie here, like this, and smoke.
His limbs have begun to feel heavy, his skin warm and electric, as the stresses of the day drift out and away.]
Here, you're the son of a Magister, like me, [he muses,] but a second son. Not the scion. Like me.
[He angles his head to look at him.] Are you still? Nobility?
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[A little smile twitches onto Bene's mouth in response to that wink, but it's too gloomy to be properly mischievous; Colin is attractive, but that's another conversation that takes a lot of unpacking, effort expended when all he has wanted to do for days is lie here, like this, and smoke.
His limbs have begun to feel heavy, his skin warm and electric, as the stresses of the day drift out and away.]
Here, you're the son of a Magister, like me, [he muses,] but a second son. Not the scion. Like me.
[He angles his head to look at him.] Are you still? Nobility?