He matches her pace as she matches his - instinct, by now.
"Speak then, and I will hear."
He is silent, listening to her - she has asked for his attention, and she
has it in full. The story of the boy is... not unexpected, in some
respects. Men are like this, he knows, and Elves not as much different as
they think. Even in Tirion, there were those who might angle to catch one
of the Crown Prince's sons if they could, to better promote themselves. It
still makes his eyes narrow and his fists clench, but he says nothing. The
boy was foolish, particularly if he thought that Haleth's spirit would
yield to such a worm as he. The flame of his anger licks high, eyes burning
a deadly light when she speaks of his attempted rape - it's almost visible,
in truth, a cold light burning around him, an almost physical heat, his
teeth baring in a snarl felt more than heard, cheeks flushed dark in rage,
not embarrassment.
It is easy to see why they call him the Dark, looking at her with eyes as
black as pitch, and yet bright with his fury, hands clenched into impotent
fists by his side.
He turns with a vile curse to slam his fist against one of the trees nearby
before spinning back to her, although he does not touch, still never sure
of what she might or might not welcome.
"He got off too lightly." He hisses through clenched teeth. "I would that
he had been gelded like the worm he was. But glad I am that you avenged
yourself on him. Haleth, I don't care if you could bear me a score of babes
or none - tis your spirit I love."
Re: I wanted to linger more on the bloody retribution part, which he would've liked, but it got long
((ooc: lol true that))
He matches her pace as she matches his - instinct, by now.
"Speak then, and I will hear."
He is silent, listening to her - she has asked for his attention, and she has it in full. The story of the boy is... not unexpected, in some respects. Men are like this, he knows, and Elves not as much different as they think. Even in Tirion, there were those who might angle to catch one of the Crown Prince's sons if they could, to better promote themselves. It still makes his eyes narrow and his fists clench, but he says nothing. The boy was foolish, particularly if he thought that Haleth's spirit would yield to such a worm as he. The flame of his anger licks high, eyes burning a deadly light when she speaks of his attempted rape - it's almost visible, in truth, a cold light burning around him, an almost physical heat, his teeth baring in a snarl felt more than heard, cheeks flushed dark in rage, not embarrassment.
It is easy to see why they call him the Dark, looking at her with eyes as black as pitch, and yet bright with his fury, hands clenched into impotent fists by his side.
He turns with a vile curse to slam his fist against one of the trees nearby before spinning back to her, although he does not touch, still never sure of what she might or might not welcome.
"He got off too lightly." He hisses through clenched teeth. "I would that he had been gelded like the worm he was. But glad I am that you avenged yourself on him. Haleth, I don't care if you could bear me a score of babes or none - tis your spirit I love."