11-17-2022, 09:33 PM
Oh that feeling. It drew him through the camp like the offering of a bloody altar, curious and irritated in equal measure. It was a trespass after all.
Ezekiel followed them a while, watching and testing the boundaries of his mercurial mood, until he finally pierced their social bubble with a march of his fingers across Raffe’s shoulder. His gaze fell upon one companion in particular but it was the other who spoke first, not the man who walked into his church like a fucking lit bomb, and Ekeziel’s attention shifted from study to geniality in the blink of an eye. The emphasis he took as a compliment, enjoyed with a roguish grin and faint tilt of the head like a question. It was a question he did not ask though. Insead the slash of his grin widened, and his tattooed hands spread out for a short, amused bow at the waist. Notoriety deserved some theatrics. The man seemed too certain for a game of prevarication, which was interesting of itself, even in Raffe’s knowing company.
"Back into the darkness, you mean, Sage-who-has-it-on-good-authority." If there was revelation in Ezekiel’s reaction it did not show. His hands slunk in his pockets, and his tone remained pleasant but for the slight twist of sharpness on good. "To be gnawed upon like forgotten bones, until the next time the horrors that lurk below grow hungry for a more wholesome feast. How very kind of you to let me know."
The man drifted behind the eyes, and Ezekiel watched the tell of addiction a moment longer, ignoring for a moment the other man’s excuse and introduction.
"Did he now,” he said eventually, glancing briefly at Raffe, who was watching proceedings with great solemnity. "You seem to have come an awful long way from home to return it, Cruz. Were you hopeful of a reward?”
He held his palm open for the coin, and waited.
Ezekiel followed them a while, watching and testing the boundaries of his mercurial mood, until he finally pierced their social bubble with a march of his fingers across Raffe’s shoulder. His gaze fell upon one companion in particular but it was the other who spoke first, not the man who walked into his church like a fucking lit bomb, and Ekeziel’s attention shifted from study to geniality in the blink of an eye. The emphasis he took as a compliment, enjoyed with a roguish grin and faint tilt of the head like a question. It was a question he did not ask though. Insead the slash of his grin widened, and his tattooed hands spread out for a short, amused bow at the waist. Notoriety deserved some theatrics. The man seemed too certain for a game of prevarication, which was interesting of itself, even in Raffe’s knowing company.
"Back into the darkness, you mean, Sage-who-has-it-on-good-authority." If there was revelation in Ezekiel’s reaction it did not show. His hands slunk in his pockets, and his tone remained pleasant but for the slight twist of sharpness on good. "To be gnawed upon like forgotten bones, until the next time the horrors that lurk below grow hungry for a more wholesome feast. How very kind of you to let me know."
The man drifted behind the eyes, and Ezekiel watched the tell of addiction a moment longer, ignoring for a moment the other man’s excuse and introduction.
"Did he now,” he said eventually, glancing briefly at Raffe, who was watching proceedings with great solemnity. "You seem to have come an awful long way from home to return it, Cruz. Were you hopeful of a reward?”
He held his palm open for the coin, and waited.
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