Sounds like you miss the blood in the streets the most.
[His smile is a flicker, at that. Oh, to be young. His position was privileged, certainly, compared to most lycans. But blood in the streets? That's what he was hoping to avoid. In comparison, this city is...nice, in a way that feels strangely toothless, in a way he still isn't sure how to approach. A place where he doesn't have to fight.
A place where he can finally enjoy a family again, in a way he hadn't since before he could remember.]
I miss my routine.
[And--yes, that was it, really. He couldn't miss father, especially as of late. Not when everything was so rapidly beginning to bear down upon him, not when soon, he would be forced to subjugate him or kill him. And, knowing his father, it would not have ended cleanly or kindly.
At the mention of the people, his tone changes. From his brotherly tone, to his Knight-Commander tone.]
[She sniffs and takes a sip of her hot water. It's not like that at all. She could happily trade away the lycan hunting, but isn't she allowed to miss what had come of it? How close they once all were - bound by some common purpose and truth. The fact that it was broken before they'd even come to this place doesn't escape her of course, but everything about Eudio serves as a bitter reminder of it.
Luckily Lucan is more than capable of keeping her from becoming too terribly grim. No one else would know it, but the man's sense of humor isn't so dead as it seems. She makes a short noise, rolls her eyes.]
For conversation? Of course. There are two or three perfectly interesting people to talk to in this city. Occasionally I told their hand while we do it. [She raises her cup and arches an eyebrow. God save the Queen and all that tosh.]
And you? Don't tell me you're staying so fit just because you prefer it.
[Truthfully, Alastair was about as interested in what he believed the aims of Eudio to be as Isabeau likely was. Perhaps even less -- to sire another lycan would be to willingly curse his would-be bedmate. The idea was appealing because it was an idea. In practice -- well. He had other things to be concerned with. And what was the point, if not to build a family?
He'd bet on a more prosperous future, yet here he was.
But he'd spent many years telling stories that were not his own, so Isi gets another brief flicker of amusement across his face before he offers her his reply.]
Would that be so unbelievable? You've seen more lycans in a fortnight than I have in almost a year's time. I would grow a belly in short order. Who would hold my hand then?
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[His smile is a flicker, at that. Oh, to be young. His position was privileged, certainly, compared to most lycans. But blood in the streets? That's what he was hoping to avoid. In comparison, this city is...nice, in a way that feels strangely toothless, in a way he still isn't sure how to approach. A place where he doesn't have to fight.
A place where he can finally enjoy a family again, in a way he hadn't since before he could remember.]
I miss my routine.
[And--yes, that was it, really. He couldn't miss father, especially as of late. Not when everything was so rapidly beginning to bear down upon him, not when soon, he would be forced to subjugate him or kill him. And, knowing his father, it would not have ended cleanly or kindly.
At the mention of the people, his tone changes. From his brotherly tone, to his Knight-Commander tone.]
Have you found someone to your liking, then?
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Luckily Lucan is more than capable of keeping her from becoming too terribly grim. No one else would know it, but the man's sense of humor isn't so dead as it seems. She makes a short noise, rolls her eyes.]
For conversation? Of course. There are two or three perfectly interesting people to talk to in this city. Occasionally I told their hand while we do it. [She raises her cup and arches an eyebrow. God save the Queen and all that tosh.]
And you? Don't tell me you're staying so fit just because you prefer it.
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[Truthfully, Alastair was about as interested in what he believed the aims of Eudio to be as Isabeau likely was. Perhaps even less -- to sire another lycan would be to willingly curse his would-be bedmate. The idea was appealing because it was an idea. In practice -- well. He had other things to be concerned with. And what was the point, if not to build a family?
He'd bet on a more prosperous future, yet here he was.
But he'd spent many years telling stories that were not his own, so Isi gets another brief flicker of amusement across his face before he offers her his reply.]
Would that be so unbelievable? You've seen more lycans in a fortnight than I have in almost a year's time. I would grow a belly in short order. Who would hold my hand then?