[ it's all right if Furina swims for a little bit--Wriothesley might not be a knight in white, but he's certainly a hound in black, and Veldora's a little distracted as he really considers the Duke, as he sorts out where one aura ends and the next begins, arms folding over his chest as the guttering embers of anger are further extinguished by Wriothesley's patting and his, well...
activation of the 'I win' button. golden eyes flick down to Furina, and then back to Wriothesley--and the man probably has no actual idea of what that really, really means. how deeply Veldora is indebted to Rimuru, how quickly he'd follow him to the end of hell and bring him back, how he'd bear all his burdens and share all of his sins, even if that means ten thousand men must die for those who must live. that's what it did mean. that Veldora stood as a terrible monster once more while his friend conspired and grew in the shadows of his reputation--but it was all right, because it was Rimuru.
it would always be right simply because it was Rimuru. it makes sense, in some ways--hounds are loyal, once they've taken a good master. he gives a nod of approval, as if Wriothesley knows the truth of what he's just confessed to, and then he continues to work to chill the hell out.
he exhales out the last of his odd flicker of temper, flexing his fingers as he finally settles, allowing himself one last huff as he's mollified. ] Yes, well. I am fully willing to share my knowledge and my texts, it just... simply must be done with my permission.
[ he doesn't? quite get this instinct? it's weird and new and he doesn't think he cares for it and the voice that sounds like Rimuru that makes up his conscience would scold him for making a cute girl cry as he has. ]
They are some of my most precious objects and I--thank you, for returning them, dear Lady. Any B.F.F. of Wriothesley's is a dear friend of mine in turn, and I apologize for the show of force. I am unused to having people in my quarters, I suppose!
[ he knows because he can sense magic. duh. like it's hard? ] Did you enjoy the books you borrowed, Lady Furina?
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activation of the 'I win' button. golden eyes flick down to Furina, and then back to Wriothesley--and the man probably has no actual idea of what that really, really means. how deeply Veldora is indebted to Rimuru, how quickly he'd follow him to the end of hell and bring him back, how he'd bear all his burdens and share all of his sins, even if that means ten thousand men must die for those who must live. that's what it did mean. that Veldora stood as a terrible monster once more while his friend conspired and grew in the shadows of his reputation--but it was all right, because it was Rimuru.
it would always be right simply because it was Rimuru. it makes sense, in some ways--hounds are loyal, once they've taken a good master. he gives a nod of approval, as if Wriothesley knows the truth of what he's just confessed to, and then he continues to work to chill the hell out.
he exhales out the last of his odd flicker of temper, flexing his fingers as he finally settles, allowing himself one last huff as he's mollified. ] Yes, well. I am fully willing to share my knowledge and my texts, it just... simply must be done with my permission.
[ he doesn't? quite get this instinct? it's weird and new and he doesn't think he cares for it and the voice that sounds like Rimuru that makes up his conscience would scold him for making a cute girl cry as he has. ]
They are some of my most precious objects and I--thank you, for returning them, dear Lady. Any B.F.F. of Wriothesley's is a dear friend of mine in turn, and I apologize for the show of force. I am unused to having people in my quarters, I suppose!
[ he knows because he can sense magic. duh. like it's hard? ] Did you enjoy the books you borrowed, Lady Furina?