I wouldn't be interesting in retirement. [Corvo states this with confidence, as he's thought on it before. He's weighed everything from the state of Dunwall without him... to the Outsider's entertainment. Surprisingly, he found the longer they were part, the more the latter mattered to him.
A lot of things were surprising when it pertained to the Outsider these days. He's worried less about the games he might play and more about how nice he looks in the snow, instead of the darkness of the void. And he looks so...] It wouldn't make you this happy seeing an old man, wasting away instead of facing the Abbey.
[He raises a good point. The Outsider has to bite his tongue on the first thing that comes to mind, an old man wasting away (it's Daud, that's why), but he tilts his head to look at Corvo and consider this new and interesting proposal.
Happy? Him? How different.]
The Abbey. Why Corvo, you're trying to make me seem petty. [well....] I missed our little chats.
You are petty. [If Corvo is anything, it's honest. It wasn't said with any disdain he might have had if it weren't for their little... date, though, so there was that. He was making a big effort not to be paranoid, Outsider, appreciate him.]
You've interrupted my dreams before. [He starts, reluctantly, like this is an option but he isn't all that happy about it.] I don't see why you can't do it again. Holding back now, are we?
Petty is so human. [He is petty, but it doesn't count. But ah, Corvo would rather he invade his sleep? And here he thought he was being considerate.]
Perhaps I wasn't interested in new guard training, [he says, like that's all Corvo would have talked about. It's easier than admitting he might have wallowed in a little self-doubt, wondering if Corvo hadn't changed his mind. That's never stopped him before—ironic, that the more likely Corvo is to welcome his presence, the less readily he tries to give it.
And kissing his hand to apologize for being busy was kind of hot, in a dating-your-god way. But mostly the other thing. He leans his head sideways on Corvo's shoulder.] You do know how to summon me. Try it sometime before you drift off to sleep.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
A lot of things were surprising when it pertained to the Outsider these days. He's worried less about the games he might play and more about how nice he looks in the snow, instead of the darkness of the void. And he looks so...] It wouldn't make you this happy seeing an old man, wasting away instead of facing the Abbey.
no subject
Happy? Him? How different.]
The Abbey. Why Corvo, you're trying to make me seem petty. [well....] I missed our little chats.
no subject
You've interrupted my dreams before. [He starts, reluctantly, like this is an option but he isn't all that happy about it.] I don't see why you can't do it again. Holding back now, are we?
no subject
Perhaps I wasn't interested in new guard training, [he says, like that's all Corvo would have talked about. It's easier than admitting he might have wallowed in a little self-doubt, wondering if Corvo hadn't changed his mind. That's never stopped him before—ironic, that the more likely Corvo is to welcome his presence, the less readily he tries to give it.
And kissing his hand to apologize for being busy was kind of hot, in a dating-your-god way. But mostly the other thing. He leans his head sideways on Corvo's shoulder.] You do know how to summon me. Try it sometime before you drift off to sleep.