Ruy touches his arm and leans in, whispering in his ear like he often does when he needs to share information with Antonín alone: ❛ you look absolutely beautiful today. ❜ only the faintest ghost of a smile in his eyes rather than his lips could give away the nature of his words, if it hadn't faded the instant the bodyguard went back to his position.
ASKBOX || always accepting.
The agent approaches with a familiar intent, one frequent enough to be evident at this point: something happened. Thus, he brazes for impact as usual, already considering a few possible contingencies...
Then Ruy says that.
Antonín frows, his lips pressed into a thin line, his chin lifting minutely. Unexpected. Noted. Yet before Ruy can return to his position, he seizes his arm and casts a poignant glance at him.
"I know."
And that's it. Ruy is free to go now.
A minute or so goes by. There's little to no further change in Antonín's attitude — except for the faintest shadow of a smile briefly grazing his lips.













