[ @beachenery ]
The inside of his mouth was suffering a great assault. His teeth relentlessly dragging across the inside of his cheek. Though his anxiety to the outside world he looked as if he was pulling strange and off putting faces. Anyone who dared pass him in his spot in the hallway would merely shuffle past murmuring words to each other or desperately avoid eye contact with him.
He was used to it. Weird faces aside people went out of their way to avoid him, he smelt of death after all and the lords and ladies of the court didn’t like that. Thoughts are quick to consume him and he simply forgets where he is, walking to the other side of the hall and then back. Then repeating it. Again and again and again.
It’s not till he finds himself doing that awkward dance with her that the restlessness of the man seems to fade away. ❝Can I help you? ❞ Yarric asks, his words colder than he may of intended before he realizes that he was in fact the one causing the problem. Clearing his throat he averts his eyes away from the woman before dipping his head and lowering to a half bow. ❝Beg your pardon. It seems I was far too caught up in my thoughts.❞
The men and women of the court were often quite busy, which meant that Bea often had to personally deliver the various remedies they required to their chambers. She did not really mind -- it was a part of her job, and there were often enough at one time that it was not terribly inconvenient. When she was on her way out today, though, she found herself caught up in an awkward attempt to pass a man whom she recognized as the royal executioner.
His tone caught her slightly off-guard, but she quickly brushed it off when he apologized. “Oh, it’s quite all right. It happens to all of us, I’m sure.” A closer look at his face made her pause before she continued on her way, however. “Forgive me if I am intruding, but you seem quite distracted. Is everything all right?”
















