[ His smooth, sweet voice gives a quiet ugh, laced with barbs.
"What rumor?"
Another voice speaks, loud and animalistic, but for much too long. The way he huffs quietly in the middle suggests he's stopped listening.
"Mm. I don't care," he says with feigned indifference. Because soon after, he speaks, tone smooth and flat and much too curious. "What happened to the young knight captain?"
A moment of silence. The answer displeases him.
"Hah?"
His conversation partner speaks, on and on—his quiet huffs the only audible sign he gives of his growing disappointment—and eventually breaks into song. Other voices speak up in commentary, distracted by the lyrics and it is clear that they have too much to say about music, but he doesn't much care for this song or stories about jail time or quite literally anything else.
"Shut up. No one cares," he spits quickly, interrupting them all. He wants everyone to talk about what he wants to talk about, evident by the way he so quickly redirects the conversation. "Listen to me. If the knight captain can't be a knight captain anymore, then what will he be?"
One voice replies, and the world falls silent. There's a quiet ring in his ears—his disappointment and displeasure is immeasurable. That can't be right.
But yet another voice speaks, and the world comes to life again. The moonlight lilts in his ears and in his cold, empty heart. Whatever it said, this fills him with delight, and he chuckles bright.
He hums quietly, pleased. His tune is chipper, upbeat, smooth and melodious. There's the quiet tap of shoes on stone, in time with his own humming.
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"What rumor?"
Another voice speaks, loud and animalistic, but for much too long. The way he huffs quietly in the middle suggests he's stopped listening.
"Mm. I don't care," he says with feigned indifference. Because soon after, he speaks, tone smooth and flat and much too curious. "What happened to the young knight captain?"
A moment of silence. The answer displeases him.
"Hah?"
His conversation partner speaks, on and on—his quiet huffs the only audible sign he gives of his growing disappointment—and eventually breaks into song. Other voices speak up in commentary, distracted by the lyrics and it is clear that they have too much to say about music, but he doesn't much care for this song or stories about jail time or quite literally anything else.
"Shut up. No one cares," he spits quickly, interrupting them all. He wants everyone to talk about what he wants to talk about, evident by the way he so quickly redirects the conversation. "Listen to me. If the knight captain can't be a knight captain anymore, then what will he be?"
One voice replies, and the world falls silent. There's a quiet ring in his ears—his disappointment and displeasure is immeasurable. That can't be right.
But yet another voice speaks, and the world comes to life again. The moonlight lilts in his ears and in his cold, empty heart. Whatever it said, this fills him with delight, and he chuckles bright.
He hums quietly, pleased. His tune is chipper, upbeat, smooth and melodious. There's the quiet tap of shoes on stone, in time with his own humming.
He laughs, loud and with delight.
Won't anyone look at him and his prize? ]