He always prided himself on being true to his word. Erron Black was many things, but a liar wasn't one. He came from a time when one's words and reputation were all one had and it needed to be backed up with action, not bland pleasantries and that was how he had always carried himself.
He didn't concern himself with the opinions of people who didn't matter to him. Most people didn't actually know him outside of his reputation. He could count the number of people who truly knew him on one hand and still have a few extra fingers. One of those people was sitting across from him, sipping spiced wine. Skarlet knew him more than anyone else who was still breathing. Erron had long suspected she could read his moods through her ability to sense blood since she seemed to respond things he never vocalized. He didn't have to explain things to her, she just knew them. It did make things easier between them, whenever they were together. Skarlet, in a way, knew his most intimate secrets, how he could go from cool headed to wildly violent without so much as batting an eye and managing to keep a cool exterior.
Erron ran his tongue over his lips as Skarlet sipped her wine. A half smile pulled at the corner of his mouth at her question.
"I've got a little over under a month before my next contract starts."
He'd taken more expensive jobs lately to afford him a little well deserved time off-good times with pleasant company. Hie eyes met hers and he didn't look way as he said his next words.
"I was...hoping...to spend a few weeks here."
He could have spent it anywhere...but he was choosing to spend it here in the imperial city because that's where Skarlet was.
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Date: 2023-07-02 07:12 pm (UTC)He always prided himself on being true to his word. Erron Black was many things, but a liar wasn't one. He came from a time when one's words and reputation were all one had and it needed to be backed up with action, not bland pleasantries and that was how he had always carried himself.
He didn't concern himself with the opinions of people who didn't matter to him. Most people didn't actually know him outside of his reputation. He could count the number of people who truly knew him on one hand and still have a few extra fingers. One of those people was sitting across from him, sipping spiced wine. Skarlet knew him more than anyone else who was still breathing. Erron had long suspected she could read his moods through her ability to sense blood since she seemed to respond things he never vocalized. He didn't have to explain things to her, she just knew them. It did make things easier between them, whenever they were together. Skarlet, in a way, knew his most intimate secrets, how he could go from cool headed to wildly violent without so much as batting an eye and managing to keep a cool exterior.
Erron ran his tongue over his lips as Skarlet sipped her wine. A half smile pulled at the corner of his mouth at her question.
"I've got a little over under a month before my next contract starts."
He'd taken more expensive jobs lately to afford him a little well deserved time off-good times with pleasant company. Hie eyes met hers and he didn't look way as he said his next words.
"I was...hoping...to spend a few weeks here."
He could have spent it anywhere...but he was choosing to spend it here in the imperial city because that's where Skarlet was.