Stray Thoughts
@lickmysparkstick
“Other men, you say?” He scoffed a bit, as though the idea were nothing more than a mild nuisance. Quickly though his tone changed and he snapped his gaze toward the redhead, bloodied dagger held up toward his face. “Indeed, could they perhaps be the dozens of soldiers who were moments before trying to end our lives?” While he wasn’t yelling - Ignis never yelled - there was an edge to his words sharper than any of their blades. “Honestly, you are steal knitting up flesh-wounds; and this is what you choose to focus on...” He rolled his eye and put the blades away before downing his third potion that battle. It was true, he’d been taken by surprise that fight, badly; and as much as he wanted to blame it on his blind eye that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
