[ for the most part, the people that make up the nine seem to all be wired in the same way. they all dance in their gilded cages as the crystal chandeliers glitter sharply above their heads; they gorge themselves on glistening fats and more than enough hokk to poison most of the quad as a whole, but -- that's a cynical view, perhaps. shiro's done nothing but patrol the streets of westerley in the lasting handful of months, and all of this decadence stands in sharp juxtaposition to the dirty streets, the scrawny bodies he's seen scatter as his familiar black armor comes into plain view.
but he's not unfair. there's a different struggle to survive in this fancy space. the room steeps with the pressure of every loaded conversation, all of these favors being exchanged between families, the cutthroat pleasantries that disguise pointed barbs amidst all of the ballroom politics. his job, however, is not to join in. his job's to keep watch, stay silent. he doesn't tail rhys very obviously, but it's hard to blend in for all that his suit sits stiff over his broad shoulders, with his tie neatly pressed between his lapels.
he keeps his distance because there's an element of surprise to be had when no one really knows who's guarding whom. but he's been watching all night, and honestly, rhys, that is a lot of hokk. ]
Sir.
[ it's casual, almost, when his hand closes over the rim of the filled crystal glass before rhys has the chance to grab his next refill. ]
. . . I think that's probably enough for the night, don't you think?
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but he's not unfair. there's a different struggle to survive in this fancy space. the room steeps with the pressure of every loaded conversation, all of these favors being exchanged between families, the cutthroat pleasantries that disguise pointed barbs amidst all of the ballroom politics. his job, however, is not to join in. his job's to keep watch, stay silent. he doesn't tail rhys very obviously, but it's hard to blend in for all that his suit sits stiff over his broad shoulders, with his tie neatly pressed between his lapels.
he keeps his distance because there's an element of surprise to be had when no one really knows who's guarding whom. but he's been watching all night, and honestly, rhys, that is a lot of hokk. ]
Sir.
[ it's casual, almost, when his hand closes over the rim of the filled crystal glass before rhys has the chance to grab his next refill. ]
. . . I think that's probably enough for the night, don't you think?