[ the man before him is a tangle of dark hair, rage, and blood. and ugly, parchment-like clothing. laurent cannot make sense of why anyone would want such a thing touching their skin. he can only assume he is also a slave, maybe of lower rank, if there are such rankings among the slaves here. there should be. laurent will not be among the lowers, dressed from head to toe in his customary veretian laces, stone-faced and straight-backed in the seat opposite. icily, his blue eyes narrow.
first time. that means this man has been here before, and therefore has information that laurent is lacking, putting him at an immediate disadvantage. in his absurd clothing, the man is on display and laurent can see that their bodies are not dissimilar, lean but with the obvious solidity of strength. a fight would not be the worst outcome, but being ill-suited to hand-to-hand combat, laurent would like to find a sword first. words, then.
primly, he crosses his legs, his boots intentionally knocking into the man's knee to spread his indecent stance wider. his papery gown crinkles, an unpleasant, grating sound. ]
That doesn't look comfortable. [ his chin lifts, eyes moving passively over the man's body before settling on his face again. ] Take it off.
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first time. that means this man has been here before, and therefore has information that laurent is lacking, putting him at an immediate disadvantage. in his absurd clothing, the man is on display and laurent can see that their bodies are not dissimilar, lean but with the obvious solidity of strength. a fight would not be the worst outcome, but being ill-suited to hand-to-hand combat, laurent would like to find a sword first. words, then.
primly, he crosses his legs, his boots intentionally knocking into the man's knee to spread his indecent stance wider. his papery gown crinkles, an unpleasant, grating sound. ]
That doesn't look comfortable. [ his chin lifts, eyes moving passively over the man's body before settling on his face again. ] Take it off.