[ A faint, mischievous impulse briefly courses through Brandon as Ivor feels about inside the messenger, the utterly impossible notion of having it shut on his hand and, in some bizarre sense, capture the hyena.
It's entertaining precisely because it is so nonsensical, a ludicrous extension of the nature of their interactions thus far — from his perspective, of course. From Ivor's, there seems to be a certain gravitas Brandon finds appealing, enough so that only the slightest twitch of buried excitement disturbs his attentive facade, head cocked to receive the whispered secrets that are no less interesting to him in the midst of private amusement. He would ask for clarification — which would they, which would Ivor prefer, to stay and have power or to go and be free — but he is, as ever, so concerned with pushing, when already this whisper seems like more than Ivor should be saying.
The feathers shift slightly in the breeze, brushing his fingers, and Brandon keeps his voice lowered as well. ]
Many things will be possible.
[ Some sort of promise, that's for sure, somewhere between earnest yet meaningless, absolutely unreliable and unexplained, and emptily prophetic. Offered seemingly for no reason and without any observable motive, other than what people always come to the Hill and the House for. ]
no subject
It's entertaining precisely because it is so nonsensical, a ludicrous extension of the nature of their interactions thus far — from his perspective, of course. From Ivor's, there seems to be a certain gravitas Brandon finds appealing, enough so that only the slightest twitch of buried excitement disturbs his attentive facade, head cocked to receive the whispered secrets that are no less interesting to him in the midst of private amusement. He would ask for clarification — which would they, which would Ivor prefer, to stay and have power or to go and be free — but he is, as ever, so concerned with pushing, when already this whisper seems like more than Ivor should be saying.
The feathers shift slightly in the breeze, brushing his fingers, and Brandon keeps his voice lowered as well. ]
Many things will be possible.
[ Some sort of promise, that's for sure, somewhere between earnest yet meaningless, absolutely unreliable and unexplained, and emptily prophetic. Offered seemingly for no reason and without any observable motive, other than what people always come to the Hill and the House for. ]