The Beauty In Elation. @recordiiem
His skin crawls; he hadn't expected to run into one so soon, and if it wasn't for his own gift, he'd be just as blindsided as so many other companions. Even having shed his armor, he feels weak without it, like a lion stripped of its mane, like a snake without its fangs, a predator without its claws and fangs left to try and navigate through a burning forest where those very claws were needed to climb out of the scorching haze that threatens to consume him entirely. The captive audience witnessing a comedy show blends into something uncanny as the hidden aspects of paranoia and horror slither along its edges. That which only a trained or skeptical eye would pick up on.
Circled like a bleeding lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves, his fingers twitch at his sides, the urge to summon his chosen weapon is intense, to bring even a sense of security amongst the turbulent sea that was set to swallow him beneath it's crashing waves and drag him further into the depths. The sense of wrong and right is blurred far too much; even his own resolute mind is reeling, whereas others simply let themselves loose. In the fools playground, they hold more sway than him, if he didn't choose his steps carefully, they would pick and prod. Yet, perhaps that is exactly what she wants; he will let her have a glimpse of the fangs that lie beneath, but not the truth.
"Were you a Jester, I would feel sorry for the Lord that took you in."
Should one understand that, he will gift her a small amount of his amusement. It wasn't often that others could unveil his words, the way he spoke truly compared to the eccentric movements to continue with the deceit. Thank Idrila that there were flaws in beauty, which in turn made it even more beautiful. Nonetheless, he dares not move; giving up ground to her would be a silent admission of defeat in and of itself, as he exhales instead, a drawn note.
"I have experienced these tricks far too often. I'm afraid that I find no enjoyment nor entertainment in the aspect of falsehood." A momentary desire to be a pest, to be crude, is shoved down instead as he gives a thoughtful hum. "I would be more entertained if you were true to yourself."
