@atonings : (cont from.)
—✕ █ ▌❝Is that so?❞
He’s not quite sober yet not DRUNK yet, the PERFECT amount of buzz for a man to feel confident — toforget his crimes. Thumb and forefinger adjusts his collar, mirror image ADMIRED in a too rare moment of vanity. It is only after another pair of eyes lingers too strongly that he remembers himself, looking back upon the younger male with a SOFTER, self conscious half smile.
❝You mean it, yes?❞
michael isn't much of a drinker; a few cups of mead and he's in the happy chasm between stone cold sober and blackout drunk. the kind of drunk where everything's a little hazy around the edges, and everything feels warm, and light. loghain is still that elevated figure from his childhood, even through the betrayal michael had only learned about in his adolescence. somewhere between the alcoholic haze, admiration has turned to adoration, and he flashes the warden a timid smile in response to his question. ❝ of course, monsieur. i wouldn't have said it otherwise. ❞