this is *old* and i *hate it* but i didn't realise i hadn't posted it. Dialogue under cut, from my short story Growing Pains.
Context: Philipe killed a lot of elves during his time as king. In the election after his deposement, Lougio ran unsuccessfully. Lougio is also a half elf , he very much wanted Philipe executed. Little does Lougio know, Philipe is actually also a half elf.
Philipe is the second most unpopular person at a party, Lougio makes the mistake of being the most unpopular. Philipe and Lougio have a chat.
“Not to mention your equality activism surrounding half elves.” Lougio’s curiosity vanished, and his face became obstinate, the half elf scoffing. “And what - pray tell - were your thoughts on that?” Philipe could positively feel Lougio weighing up the effect on his career if he punched a man that, if he had had it his way, would be executed by now.
Philipe’s adrenaline spiked, he hadn’t felt this good in months, he was in control right now and Lougio couldn’t do anything but watch. “Well, may I tell you something, Lougio?” He lowered his voice further, he leaned into the man’s personal space, and watched him stiffen, fury barely contained.
Philipe acknowledged this with a smirk, and brushed his hair to the side, Lougio seemed puzzled at first, the light in the hall making him squint. This close Philipe could feel his breath slowing and then picking up again, a brief flash of confusion followed by a dawning realisation of what the mangled remains were. Lougio looked down at him with undisguised horror, not from the sight, but from the questions it brought. Philipe could feel Lougio waiting, perhaps for answers, eyes glued on him. You aren’t getting any. He glanced up at the man, smugly. “I have somewhat of a vested interest...”
