[ Caspar nudges at the corpse with a foot, mostly out of habit. ] Yes, well. It'd be a shame if this work ever got boring.
[ In more ways than one, maybe, because perhaps there's something to be said for how incredibly routine this situation feels. Caspar pulls a cloth from his belt, unwrapping the ring as he smoothly drops down to one knee — making a point to step slightly away from the corpse, first. Then he offers the ring up to Nikos, smiling in a way that's more teasing than sincere. ]
Your ring.
[ Just kidding. Probably. It isn't like they can keep the ring. ]
[Repeated exposure often breeds a kind of immunity. A little bit of poison that you drink every day, to build up your tolerance.
There's nothing like that, for Caspar. That showy stupid way that he offers the ring--on one knee, no less, and Nikos' traitor heart jolts in his chest. He curls his hand around his knife again. This time it's reflexive, the way another man might reach for a holy symbol.
To combat these feeling:]
His ring. [Pedantic. And also--] You really think you're funny, don't you.
Edited (i'm tired and also is this a marriage proposal) 2018-11-11 06:49 (UTC)
yes they are now married under spy law i just made up
[ Accompanied by a full-fledged grin, though he has the mercy to take the spotlight off of Nikos while he stews. Already crouched, it's easy for him to lift the body's hand, take a moment to determine which large finger has been marked by a ring, then put everything back where it belongs.
[He puts his back against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. Easier than kneeling down and getting face-to-face with Caspar over the corpse.]
Other than I want to have a fucking wash after chasing this arsehole halfway around this stinking city. I don't see why you're asking. You've got that ring back on him already, and that's the last of it.
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[ In more ways than one, maybe, because perhaps there's something to be said for how incredibly routine this situation feels. Caspar pulls a cloth from his belt, unwrapping the ring as he smoothly drops down to one knee — making a point to step slightly away from the corpse, first. Then he offers the ring up to Nikos, smiling in a way that's more teasing than sincere. ]
Your ring.
[ Just kidding. Probably. It isn't like they can keep the ring. ]
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There's nothing like that, for Caspar. That showy stupid way that he offers the ring--on one knee, no less, and Nikos' traitor heart jolts in his chest. He curls his hand around his knife again. This time it's reflexive, the way another man might reach for a holy symbol.
To combat these feeling:]
His ring. [Pedantic. And also--] You really think you're funny, don't you.
yes they are now married under spy law i just made up
[ Accompanied by a full-fledged grin, though he has the mercy to take the spotlight off of Nikos while he stews. Already crouched, it's easy for him to lift the body's hand, take a moment to determine which large finger has been marked by a ring, then put everything back where it belongs.
Idly, as he works: ]
Are you in a hurry?
but did he go to spy jareds
[He puts his back against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. Easier than kneeling down and getting face-to-face with Caspar over the corpse.]
Other than I want to have a fucking wash after chasing this arsehole halfway around this stinking city. I don't see why you're asking. You've got that ring back on him already, and that's the last of it.