This talk about and these signs of blood-laced letters bound with magic. This talk of murderous messengers, of scolding. This talk of mixing magic. And why is this bastard fuck talking about the Outsider. Daud feels himself turning cold, a little nauseous at the core. Feels his shoulders gathering into tension
'I would have liked to see what would have happened if you touched it.''If I successfully marked you.''What would have happened if you touched it.''If I.''If I.'
The man means him harm; that much has been clear and is only becoming more evident. What's drawn Mitsuhide's interest is unclear. Whether Mitsuhide wants something specific with Daud is also unclear. And there are plenty of questions to be asked, but one in particular strains to make itself known. When Daud speaks, the words come almost impulsively, a sentiment he can't contain. ]
I have no interest in being marked.
[ Once was enough. Once was more than enough. There's a cold fury - distant but sharp - in his eyes. There's calculation, a moment's pause. ]
You've marked others. [ It's almost a question. ] What marking do you leave.
no subject
[ None of this bodes well.
This talk about and these signs of blood-laced letters bound with magic. This talk of murderous messengers, of scolding. This talk of mixing magic. And why is this bastard fuck talking about the Outsider. Daud feels himself turning cold, a little nauseous at the core. Feels his shoulders gathering into tension
'I would have liked to see what would have happened if you touched it.' 'If I successfully marked you.' 'What would have happened if you touched it.' 'If I.' 'If I.'
The man means him harm; that much has been clear and is only becoming more evident. What's drawn Mitsuhide's interest is unclear. Whether Mitsuhide wants something specific with Daud is also unclear. And there are plenty of questions to be asked, but one in particular strains to make itself known. When Daud speaks, the words come almost impulsively, a sentiment he can't contain. ]
I have no interest in being marked.
[ Once was enough. Once was more than enough. There's a cold fury - distant but sharp - in his eyes. There's calculation, a moment's pause. ]
You've marked others. [ It's almost a question. ] What marking do you leave.
[ It's one question of many; a place to start. ]