Relic Seeker Lemm learned his propensity for a sharp tongue and blunt words a long time past. There was no room for anything else. If there was, he had already made his reputation and none would find reason to see him change; it became easy to resign himself to his work, and nothing else. If he was a harm, so be it. He would give up on trying to be anything else.
He was wrong. And the Knight does not deserve to come to believe anything so cruel.
Lemm lets his pen sit abandoned on his lap with the rest of the blank pages, freeing up that arm to join the other in holding the Knight; his hand comes to rest on the back of their mask. He is not used to being gentle but it does not mean he cannot be, and it does not mean he is disallowed, and the small being tucked against his side demands it. So he is gentle.
Quiet, because there is a sleeping bug in the room. Lemm reminds himself: gentle here, too. But a sleeping bug will not mind a murmur that barely sounds at all.
"Aye, really..." He strokes a thumb back and forth against the back of their mask, unaware if they can even feel it. It doesn't matter. "Do you think your friend Relic Seeker Lemm would handle godhood any better?"
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Relic Seeker Lemm learned his propensity for a sharp tongue and blunt words a long time past. There was no room for anything else. If there was, he had already made his reputation and none would find reason to see him change; it became easy to resign himself to his work, and nothing else. If he was a harm, so be it. He would give up on trying to be anything else.
He was wrong. And the Knight does not deserve to come to believe anything so cruel.
Lemm lets his pen sit abandoned on his lap with the rest of the blank pages, freeing up that arm to join the other in holding the Knight; his hand comes to rest on the back of their mask. He is not used to being gentle but it does not mean he cannot be, and it does not mean he is disallowed, and the small being tucked against his side demands it. So he is gentle.
Quiet, because there is a sleeping bug in the room. Lemm reminds himself: gentle here, too. But a sleeping bug will not mind a murmur that barely sounds at all.
"Aye, really..." He strokes a thumb back and forth against the back of their mask, unaware if they can even feel it. It doesn't matter. "Do you think your friend Relic Seeker Lemm would handle godhood any better?"