catchall

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: oocly, month of oct
WHAT: a catchall for me for different threads during oct
WARNINGS: will update as needed

Log Post ¤ Plotting Post

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[wrists]

[ unsurprising that D doesn't offer much in the way of explanation. he could ask, but spends a moment looking at him from beneath his fronded gaze instead, pretty in a way that laurent finds almost distasteful. he'd be the subject of much talk in vere, just as laurent is.

but his usefulness is what he's interested in, and he proves it when he fills out the map, adding a level of detail laurent could not have achieved without him. ]

I fulfilled my purpose. [ he was bait more than anything else. now, he reaches into his jacket and produces a tidy bag of coin, which he sets beside D's hand. ] And so have you.

[ he pulls a cup toward himself when he withdraws his hand, examining the clear, steaming liquid without taking a sip. ] You can go.

[damnpire]

[Setting the pencil down on the paper, he exchanges it with the hat which he situates back on his head and down over his brows. His left hand takes the bag of coin, and his body pulls itself fluidly into a stand. He's not here to convince Laurent of anything; that's none of his business. He isn't a wrangler.

The two coins from earlier join a few more from the bag as he's paused, and he places them down on the other side of the table as payment for tea he didn't drink. A polite courtesy to the understanding other people work and offer a service. Laurent may or may not take them, but all that matters now is he left them initially.

While he nods in departure to the one who brought them tea, he does not give Laurent any words of goodbye nor does he look back. Not really out of rudeness, but finality. The soft jingling of the spurs on his boots and the flick of the end of his cape is what carries him to leave.]