Please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cry. She thought over and over again. Gods, she hated it when men did this. Even if Franz was trying to hide it, she couldn't help but grimace. It was the only thing she could do without commenting onto it, seeming that would only make it so much worse. So instead she pretended she didn't see it, and awkwardly cast gaze to the side.
As if the Twelve had send her a gift from the heavens above, Franz started to talk again, and gave her an opportunity to speak again "Know? Know? Bitch came at me at random. Managed ta escape as well after Leoric 'nd I killed her lackeys. Was a pureblood like yerself as well." and pointed towards Franz third eye, or where it was supposed to be and pulled a face of disgust. Gods, she hated that thing. It was hideous, disgusting, vile, everything wrong with a hyur. Every time he had showed it off to her, she wasn't sure whether to punch him, or just retch.
Grimacing one more, she recalled their shenanigans back in the tavern in the Shroud after that one celebration they both attended. Drawing her eyes away from him, she tossed her gaze towards the fireplace, and wondered how fucking stupid she had been that night when that happened. Or the times after. Urgh. In the meanwhile she partly missed out on Franz ranting about his Garlean pride nonsense, as it simply didn't interest her. If she were in a better mood, she would had joked about it for certain, but she really didn't feel putting effort into it. At least he seemed to be turning into his cocky Garlean self, so that was a good thing no? It did beat his behaviour of the sun before.
At the mention of Lho'a, she perked up and snapped her attention back towards Franz instead of pondering of past mistakes. Not that she didn't enjoy them to a certain degree, but Franz didn't need to know that.
"A tiny rock Franz?" and then lifted her arms up, and spread her arms wide open before him. "It was bloody big ye shit. Ye think I would had been tha' mad if he scooped up a swivin' tiny rock." and then brought her hands together to the point there were hovering mere ilms from one another. "Ye really think I would had gotten tha' mad about a swivin' tiny stone? Are ye stupid?" and let her hands crash onto the table with a sigh. Fucking stupid Garleans. Why do I even bother with this?
"Aye his lalafell whore. Or rather his madam. Bitch was eager enough ta start throwin' magic at ye. I even swivin' kicked her away fer ye. Ye on th' other hand whined 'nd complained about it, Lho tried ta knock us over with a spell, 'nd then ye decided ta tackle me. Tha' was th' point I gave up onta protectin' ye. I just stood there 'nd let them hurl magic 'nd massive rocks at ye. Until they finally decided it wasn't fun any more, as ye kept beggin' fer more." Ave said, clearly agitated by having to speak about it.
"Normally I would had said ye were spewin' a bunch of shite. But I've never seen a swivin' Garlean survive me chakras. Never." Ave admitted with a groan.
It didn't sit well with her he wasn't meant to resist this. Not at all. He should had been dead. Oh so dead. Or of the rock and magic Lho and the lalafell threw at him later. It didn't make any sense.
She pulled another face at him as she saw that grin on his face. Gods, she hated that grin. It was the self-assured cocky grin he had the habit of putting on when he was being all smug again. It was sort of attractive. But once more, Franz didn't need to know that. There was a part of her who wanted to punch him, another to crawl on top of him. Instead she decided to sit back, grab the bottle of whiskey, and took another sip from it, and do nothing about it.
As soon as he mentioned her feeling weak, she tensed in her chair, her hand wrapping tightly around the bottle as she held it just lifted up in the air to take another swig of it. Instead she placed the bottle back onto the table, without taking another sip of it, and flattened her brows, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Did he notice? Or was he just talking nonsense?
"No. Just confused." she lied.
As if the Twelve had send her a gift from the heavens above, Franz started to talk again, and gave her an opportunity to speak again "Know? Know? Bitch came at me at random. Managed ta escape as well after Leoric 'nd I killed her lackeys. Was a pureblood like yerself as well." and pointed towards Franz third eye, or where it was supposed to be and pulled a face of disgust. Gods, she hated that thing. It was hideous, disgusting, vile, everything wrong with a hyur. Every time he had showed it off to her, she wasn't sure whether to punch him, or just retch.
Grimacing one more, she recalled their shenanigans back in the tavern in the Shroud after that one celebration they both attended. Drawing her eyes away from him, she tossed her gaze towards the fireplace, and wondered how fucking stupid she had been that night when that happened. Or the times after. Urgh. In the meanwhile she partly missed out on Franz ranting about his Garlean pride nonsense, as it simply didn't interest her. If she were in a better mood, she would had joked about it for certain, but she really didn't feel putting effort into it. At least he seemed to be turning into his cocky Garlean self, so that was a good thing no? It did beat his behaviour of the sun before.
At the mention of Lho'a, she perked up and snapped her attention back towards Franz instead of pondering of past mistakes. Not that she didn't enjoy them to a certain degree, but Franz didn't need to know that.
"A tiny rock Franz?" and then lifted her arms up, and spread her arms wide open before him. "It was bloody big ye shit. Ye think I would had been tha' mad if he scooped up a swivin' tiny rock." and then brought her hands together to the point there were hovering mere ilms from one another. "Ye really think I would had gotten tha' mad about a swivin' tiny stone? Are ye stupid?" and let her hands crash onto the table with a sigh. Fucking stupid Garleans. Why do I even bother with this?
"Aye his lalafell whore. Or rather his madam. Bitch was eager enough ta start throwin' magic at ye. I even swivin' kicked her away fer ye. Ye on th' other hand whined 'nd complained about it, Lho tried ta knock us over with a spell, 'nd then ye decided ta tackle me. Tha' was th' point I gave up onta protectin' ye. I just stood there 'nd let them hurl magic 'nd massive rocks at ye. Until they finally decided it wasn't fun any more, as ye kept beggin' fer more." Ave said, clearly agitated by having to speak about it.
"Normally I would had said ye were spewin' a bunch of shite. But I've never seen a swivin' Garlean survive me chakras. Never." Ave admitted with a groan.
It didn't sit well with her he wasn't meant to resist this. Not at all. He should had been dead. Oh so dead. Or of the rock and magic Lho and the lalafell threw at him later. It didn't make any sense.
She pulled another face at him as she saw that grin on his face. Gods, she hated that grin. It was the self-assured cocky grin he had the habit of putting on when he was being all smug again. It was sort of attractive. But once more, Franz didn't need to know that. There was a part of her who wanted to punch him, another to crawl on top of him. Instead she decided to sit back, grab the bottle of whiskey, and took another sip from it, and do nothing about it.
As soon as he mentioned her feeling weak, she tensed in her chair, her hand wrapping tightly around the bottle as she held it just lifted up in the air to take another swig of it. Instead she placed the bottle back onto the table, without taking another sip of it, and flattened her brows, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Did he notice? Or was he just talking nonsense?
"No. Just confused." she lied.
