@rainbowrite said: "A bard has to be both skilled with hands and tongue, you know," he spoke lazily, fingering his harp with such deliberate strokes that the true meaning behind his words couldn't go wasted. "But I tire of hearing my own voice for once - and would love to hear you sing." / guydelot to ... whomever 👀
unprompted // always accepting!
The Serpent Captain’s face floods with heat far more quickly than he’d like, red spilling across sun-freckled cheekbones and overflowing to the tips of rounded ears. His shoulders square, his back going ramrod straight, as if he’d been struck by lightning instead of a flirtatious remark.
Guydelot is not the sort to make careless mistakes, no matter what first impressions may have once said about him. If anything, he’s a man who overthinks about what words pass his lips, and Sanson is the one who speaks carelessly. And so, as much as he may like to, he cannot attribute this to a case of mistaken identity. Is the bard poking fun at him again?
On second thought, there’s no question about it— the bard is most definitely poking fun at him again.
The lancer is far from surprised. Even after reaching the best terms they’ve ever been on, Guydelot’s quest to render him a fumbling fool seems to be never-ending. Not that he assumes the other’s efforts to be ill-intentioned...anymore, but Gods, the man is frightfully adept at it.
Sanson clears his throat, tossing a look over to where Guydelot stands— a mistake, by all accounts, as the way his fingers dance and trail over his harp is enough to force a hard swallow from the hyur and a quick aversion of his eyes.
“D-don’t tease,” He replies, a hint of reproach mixed with the roiling embarrassment. “I-- I don’t...sing just to assuage boredom, you know.”










