[The look that meets Vicious when he turns is one that he has never seen the Goblin wear before - his eyes are piercing despite the tears still drying on his cheeks, lips absent even the cruelest of his smiles. A stark reminder that, beneath all the purring, mincing, and seduction?
He's very old, he's bitter, and he doesn't have to try to carry the bearing of Power.
His head tilts a little to one side. It's a motion that's cute in other contexts, but right now? It's the cat sizing up the canary, remaining unsettlingly still.]
Buna dimineata.
No. You did not.
[He doesn't grab for the cross, doesn't lean to peek at it, doesn't move at all.
He just keeps his gaze pointed, unwavering, on Vicious.]
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Date: 2023-04-03 02:48 am (UTC)He's very old, he's bitter, and he doesn't have to try to carry the bearing of Power.
His head tilts a little to one side. It's a motion that's cute in other contexts, but right now? It's the cat sizing up the canary, remaining unsettlingly still.]
Buna dimineata.
No. You did not.
[He doesn't grab for the cross, doesn't lean to peek at it, doesn't move at all.
He just keeps his gaze pointed, unwavering, on Vicious.]
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