[ It's a little surprising to hear Laurent talk to plainly about another person with little to no scorn in his voice. He's reminded of where Laurent came from, the sort of field he's had to navigate his whole life. Damen wonders what, exactly, interaction between he and Vietnam even looks like. ]
[He has given enough away, and his last conversation with Damen has a weight of its own- lives and breathes between them. It feels far too close. It would hardly be the first time he found himself vulnerable in their exchanges, but Laurent, as always, is quick to reach for his armor.]
[ Laurent counters. Damianios parries with gentleness. This prince has always been quick and sharp as a blade and cold as the snow, but Damen is equipped now to fight these particularly battles. ]
[It's something about the way he strings the syllables together that make those words not a barb, but an admission. Laurent remembers abruptly what Damen's expression had looked like when they'd taken the fort. The precise way he had reached for him and the nearness of his mouth.]
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It wouldn't have been to the Dragon's Flight inn, would it?
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That's a surprise.
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[ And he had, admittedly, been overwhelmed when he first arrived. ]
Have you met?
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I suspect patience is the very least of her virtues.
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Will you?
[ Go to the Inn. ]
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[He has given enough away, and his last conversation with Damen has a weight of its own- lives and breathes between them. It feels far too close. It would hardly be the first time he found himself vulnerable in their exchanges, but Laurent, as always, is quick to reach for his armor.]
Should I expect to see you?
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Do you accept my invitation?
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[Already, even without the note of cruelty in his voice, Laurent is gauging the outcome. Assessing what will be won and in turn what will be lost.]
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I thought I'd been clear.
[ Would you go with me? ]
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It was my intention to invite you.
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Oh. [ His voice is surprisingly steady, for how dizzy he feels. ] Were you?
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[It's something about the way he strings the syllables together that make those words not a barb, but an admission. Laurent remembers abruptly what Damen's expression had looked like when they'd taken the fort. The precise way he had reached for him and the nearness of his mouth.]
Do you accept?
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Yes. I do.
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