#masteroftheauracite

[infernooftheivth]

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

said from the soft spot. 

Sartauvoir rests his hand on his chin in thought as he frowns. An ice-blue eye stares through a curtain of blond and white hair as he reads over a text on transformation before hearing the other. Raising his head, he looks over and stares at the younger.

Saying nothing for a moment, he looks over at the book he was reading and the notes he took. "Thank you, sir, I am honored, but I am quite used to only my flames for company." However, he did not tell the other to leave, but simply looks at his Master. "Is there anything else, sir?"

[infernooftheivth]

❛  you and i know you’re much more than that. None of this would have been possible without you, Sartauvoir.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑻𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

Ah, there goes the other. Looking down, he looks to the side before crossing his arms. "I do not know in what you speak of..." Sartauvoir replies calmly. Though one argues he was once a rem or even sas, he kept mainly as a quo, his own suggestion to Basch all those years ago, allowing him to be flexible in ways he otherwise would not have been. But did not mean he slacked off, just meant, others got the attention he didn't feel the need to have And yet, here was Albeleo putting such attention on him now.

[nossumusmanus]

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

There were a million thoughts racing through Quintus's mind at that statement, creating a million things he wanted to tell the man hiding behind a mask -- some of which were almost certainly profanities.

But he refrained, though he did shoot a glare in the direction of the IVth Legion officer.

"Quite lucky," he responded tersely, practically a growl through gritted teeth. As he struggled to stand, he also struggled not to wince, not to scowl, not to let on just how deep the pain ran, particularly in his leg. He mustered his usual stern expression, even as his body language continued to betray him by way of an unsteady gait on his way to retrieve the decorated revolver that had been knocked loose from his grip.

As he stooped to pick the weapon up, the commander paused, fingertips resting upon the metal. "... If you wish to share in that luck, I do suggest you start talking -- quickly. What do you want?"

[infernooftheivth]

“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”

Injury Starters

With steam coming off of him from his basic transformation, Sartauvoir pants as he was on one knee, holding his wounded arm from the fight. Thankfully, his hat and hair were covering his eye and most of his face, to avoid being seen and to expose just how drained he was. Hearing those words, the elder swallows a deep breath of air as well as parts of his pride before speaking.

"I am quite aware of that ser. However, I felt the need to intervene as it is important that you stay alive. As your quo, your life is of utmost importance, and therefore, if there is any sign of a threat to it, it is my responsibility to act." Luckily, due to his transformation, the adventurer and his men didn't hit anything vital, as the form makes him bigger than he actually was, and with it, parts of him were not as they seemed to be.