[ this is immediately suspicious and uncomfortable. aspen looks like a doe-eyed courtesan, flitting between his personalities as if he doesn't recognize who laurent is. laurent's gaze settles on the half-eaten cake as if it's poison. ]
I should go drown you in the lake. [ grudgingly, he slips the map from the inner pocket of his jacket and spreads it on the table, turning it toward aspen's bleary gaze. it's a sketch of the palace, only the outer areas — doors and windows marked, a general estimate of the height of the towers assessed in laurent's neat hand. he watches his face. ] I saw your back. Does that not hinder you?
[ he's never brought it up before this, but it seems important to clarify now. ]
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I should go drown you in the lake. [ grudgingly, he slips the map from the inner pocket of his jacket and spreads it on the table, turning it toward aspen's bleary gaze. it's a sketch of the palace, only the outer areas — doors and windows marked, a general estimate of the height of the towers assessed in laurent's neat hand. he watches his face. ] I saw your back. Does that not hinder you?
[ he's never brought it up before this, but it seems important to clarify now. ]