Ahah. [Flinty. Soft as soaked skin underneath; neither sentiment at odds with the other.]
All those souls across the years that couldn't manage to tell I was never actually smiling. Sat right in front of their damned faces the whole time.
[Across sending stones and crystals, Leto makes them all fools. Dead ones of course. Naive, peerlesly spoiled, deeply carefree fools, lost to the open jaws of Cazador Szarr and the stained edge of his once-far-less-pitch-dark dining table— but still. As far as victories go: it counts.]
You're the only one aside from Cazador himself who's ever seen right through me.
—Such a pain, you know that?
[Warm. Appreciatively cast, no matter how falsely scolding. Tailing sigh a little more meandering, though he can't pluck up much more in the way of time without confessing anyway: Leto will spot a silent admission just as keenly with that tirelessly attuned nose regardless.
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All those souls across the years that couldn't manage to tell I was never actually smiling. Sat right in front of their damned faces the whole time.
[Across sending stones and crystals, Leto makes them all fools. Dead ones of course. Naive, peerlesly spoiled, deeply carefree fools, lost to the open jaws of Cazador Szarr and the stained edge of his once-far-less-pitch-dark dining table— but still. As far as victories go: it counts.]
You're the only one aside from Cazador himself who's ever seen right through me.
—Such a pain, you know that?
[Warm. Appreciatively cast, no matter how falsely scolding. Tailing sigh a little more meandering, though he can't pluck up much more in the way of time without confessing anyway: Leto will spot a silent admission just as keenly with that tirelessly attuned nose regardless.
Might as well make it plain.]