Nov 14, 2016
LAERTES | open starter
He could hear the footsteps following him, though the bearer tried to muffle their weight. “If you have a quarrel with me, show yourself -- unless you are too cowardly to bare your face,” he said evenly, his voice carrying. He was growing tired of this little subterfuge, his hand tightening on the hilt of the rapier at his waist. It would be far better to have whatever it was out in the open, instead of being followed around.