[ He lets Rafayel settle his hand against his chest, watching as he puts in the coordinates for Earth with an expression that reveals very little.
If there's genuinely any connection between him and Earth, Sylus doesn't give anything away, and for the most part, his explanation seems true: it is a place with no connection to either of them, and also without any particular allegiance in this war that they've found themselves in. It makes strategic sense.
Once Rafayel has charted their course, however, Sylus' hand with shoot out to grab his chin, angling his face to meet his own. ]
You price yourself cheaply, princess. All it took for you to come with me was a little desire?
[ His right eye glows slightly, warm amongst the harsh lights of the escape pod. ]
Would you have gone along with the Khaosi army if they asked nicely enough?
honestly, he half-expected no response at all. with their destination set, he figured there was little else to discuss between the two of them. or maybe that was just his own thoughts. when sylus seizes his chin, rafayel makes no signs of pulling away. he didn't want to reveal that type of vulnerability so openly, and to be fair...
he doesn't view sylus as much of threat as he logically should have.
though, his brows to furrow just slightly at "princess." ] You should save those words for your future betrothed. [ don't all rulers or rulers-to-be inevitably marry some sort of princess? someone or anyone who can increase their influence? ... does that make him the princess in this case.
damn, he doesn't want sylus to be right. ]
Of course not. Had you not interfered, I'm sure they would be on their knees, no different than the other fools who fill the court. [ finally he lifts his hand just to hold onto sylus' wrist, but he doesn't brush him off just yet. maybe it's because sylus' eye glows with a light that feels both foreign and familiar at the same time, but he finds himself wanting to stare for just a moment longer. ]
Briefly imagines the hilarious concept of marrying Rafayel. Sylus isn't opposed to political marriage depending on the person and the benefits (and the ease of being able to kill them off if necessary), but Rafayel... Seems like too much trouble.
He grabs onto his wrist, which is fine. Even though there's nothing tender about the smile he gives in response to Rafayel's words. ]
What court?
[ Whatever remains is in ruins behind them, and he has no doubt the army will be merciless as they scour in search of the man in front of him. Sylus might think Zynlai is an idiot, and that this attack is foolish, but he still carries some confidence in his home army.
He releases Rafayel's chin, though his gaze lingers on his expression, searching for hurt, anger or grief. Anything other than the mask of indifference. ]
Maybe you should take a nap. It's a long way to Earth.
when sylus releases his hold, rafayel also loosens his grip. it's just for a moment, where he looks off in the distance— his eyes on the dark expanse in front of them. funny enough, more than hurt, more than anger— he seems exhausted in that moment. to be honest, he didn't care who remained in power as long as his own goals were met. that didn't mean he didn't tire of seeing the worst in others, though.
regardless, that's not a point he settles on. he's quick to balance that out with a shrug as he releases his hold on sylus completely.
he settles into the nearest seat, trying not to show any sign of caution. as if putting on yet another front like he isn't being tossed into the unknown with this man. ]
If you expect someone to take rest in front of you, do you not believe you should also show some sincerity? [ then again, sylus did appear oddly relaxed for their situation. he wonders if sylus didn't hear rumors about him, or if he just didn't care. ]
Even the cats wandering the gardens had more manners than you.
The exhaustion does escape Sylus, not with how closely he's looking at the man in front of him. It catches him by surprise. The resignation, as though burdened by loss several lifetimes over.
And he'd heard the Santarch was quite young. ]
I haven't shown you a moment of insincerity. [ Sitting down next to him, looking at him like he's stupid for not accepting the suggestion to get some rest. ] And your garden cats are likely more spoiled than I am.
[ Maybe if you pet him and fed him snacks he would also have manners. ]
[ he releases a loud exhale that may as well have been a laugh.
he at least pretends to find sylus' joke funny. jk, he does think there's something there. he just isn't sure if it's really humor he feels. instead, he look at him through his peripherals, before settling his gaze back on space. ] I don't know about that. Ironically, I think I know of a kitten who started off just like you. Overly confident. Seemingly fearless. Greedy with no lack of ambition. And yet, he purrs the loudest at my hands.
[ he then looks back at sylus and gestures with his fingers. pspspss ]
[ he looks back at him at the "overly" confident bit. he just nods? like yes? can i help you? did you need anything additional? a definition? the word used in a sentence?
though, he soon chuckles a little at his next words. ]
Should we test it? [ he draws his hand close enough to sylus' face. he doesn't actually think sylus will draw in any closer. not if he was smart. that said, HELLO???? he's a respectable man here... love potions sylus ]
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If there's genuinely any connection between him and Earth, Sylus doesn't give anything away, and for the most part, his explanation seems true: it is a place with no connection to either of them, and also without any particular allegiance in this war that they've found themselves in. It makes strategic sense.
Once Rafayel has charted their course, however, Sylus' hand with shoot out to grab his chin, angling his face to meet his own. ]
You price yourself cheaply, princess. All it took for you to come with me was a little desire?
[ His right eye glows slightly, warm amongst the harsh lights of the escape pod. ]
Would you have gone along with the Khaosi army if they asked nicely enough?
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honestly, he half-expected no response at all. with their destination set, he figured there was little else to discuss between the two of them. or maybe that was just his own thoughts. when sylus seizes his chin, rafayel makes no signs of pulling away. he didn't want to reveal that type of vulnerability so openly, and to be fair...
he doesn't view sylus as much of threat as he logically should have.
though, his brows to furrow just slightly at "princess." ] You should save those words for your future betrothed. [ don't all rulers or rulers-to-be inevitably marry some sort of princess? someone or anyone who can increase their influence? ... does that make him the princess in this case.
damn, he doesn't want sylus to be right. ]
Of course not. Had you not interfered, I'm sure they would be on their knees, no different than the other fools who fill the court. [ finally he lifts his hand just to hold onto sylus' wrist, but he doesn't brush him off just yet. maybe it's because sylus' eye glows with a light that feels both foreign and familiar at the same time, but he finds himself wanting to stare for just a moment longer. ]
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Briefly imagines the hilarious concept of marrying Rafayel. Sylus isn't opposed to political marriage depending on the person and the benefits (and the ease of being able to kill them off if necessary), but Rafayel... Seems like too much trouble.
He grabs onto his wrist, which is fine. Even though there's nothing tender about the smile he gives in response to Rafayel's words. ]
What court?
[ Whatever remains is in ruins behind them, and he has no doubt the army will be merciless as they scour in search of the man in front of him. Sylus might think Zynlai is an idiot, and that this attack is foolish, but he still carries some confidence in his home army.
He releases Rafayel's chin, though his gaze lingers on his expression, searching for hurt, anger or grief. Anything other than the mask of indifference. ]
Maybe you should take a nap. It's a long way to Earth.
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when sylus releases his hold, rafayel also loosens his grip. it's just for a moment, where he looks off in the distance— his eyes on the dark expanse in front of them. funny enough, more than hurt, more than anger— he seems exhausted in that moment. to be honest, he didn't care who remained in power as long as his own goals were met. that didn't mean he didn't tire of seeing the worst in others, though.
regardless, that's not a point he settles on. he's quick to balance that out with a shrug as he releases his hold on sylus completely.
he settles into the nearest seat, trying not to show any sign of caution. as if putting on yet another front like he isn't being tossed into the unknown with this man. ]
If you expect someone to take rest in front of you, do you not believe you should also show some sincerity? [ then again, sylus did appear oddly relaxed for their situation. he wonders if sylus didn't hear rumors about him, or if he just didn't care. ]
Even the cats wandering the gardens had more manners than you.
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The exhaustion does escape Sylus, not with how closely he's looking at the man in front of him. It catches him by surprise. The resignation, as though burdened by loss several lifetimes over.
And he'd heard the Santarch was quite young. ]
I haven't shown you a moment of insincerity. [ Sitting down next to him, looking at him like he's stupid for not accepting the suggestion to get some rest. ] And your garden cats are likely more spoiled than I am.
[ Maybe if you pet him and fed him snacks he would also have manners. ]
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he at least pretends to find sylus' joke funny. jk, he does think there's something there. he just isn't sure if it's really humor he feels. instead, he look at him through his peripherals, before settling his gaze back on space. ] I don't know about that. Ironically, I think I know of a kitten who started off just like you. Overly confident. Seemingly fearless. Greedy with no lack of ambition. And yet, he purrs the loudest at my hands.
[ he then looks back at sylus and gestures with his fingers. pspspss ]
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He just slow blinks (like a cat) at Rafayel's gesturing, eventually raising a brow. ]
You can't spoil me the same way as a cat, you know.
[ Also, aren't you the big baby that prefers to be on the receiving end of the spoiling? ]
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though, he soon chuckles a little at his next words. ]
Should we test it? [ he draws his hand close enough to sylus' face. he doesn't actually think sylus will draw in any closer. not if he was smart. that said, HELLO???? he's a respectable man here... love potions sylus ]
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Waiting for him to dare and try pet him.
Go on. Do it. ]