[Palamedes snorts, a deeply inelegant noise that he covers with the back of his hand, shaking his head and reaching for what's left of his drink to collect himself. An odd thought! Imagine, the Tridentarii being looked in the face and called an odd thought. Palamedes would give anything to see it.]
And you haven't even met them, [he says, after he controls himself back down to a flickering amusement. He drums his fingers on the table, those not attached to the arm engaged in extended contact with Viktor's, and watches him write. The triangle is a nice touch.
For the poem, almost an afterthought, he says smoothly,] 'Six for the truth over solace in lies.' Naturally.
[Nothing could possibly sound more Sixth and less poetic, which is what he enjoys about it, no shade on poetry whatsoever. Is... is that a romantic trope that can be included, somehow? No lies? He wonders at the prospect of intrigue driven purely by interest, and how compelling that might be.
It's compelling to him. Ah, well,] Several heists. Clever wordplay, if you'll indulge me.
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And you haven't even met them, [he says, after he controls himself back down to a flickering amusement. He drums his fingers on the table, those not attached to the arm engaged in extended contact with Viktor's, and watches him write. The triangle is a nice touch.
For the poem, almost an afterthought, he says smoothly,] 'Six for the truth over solace in lies.' Naturally.
[Nothing could possibly sound more Sixth and less poetic, which is what he enjoys about it, no shade on poetry whatsoever. Is... is that a romantic trope that can be included, somehow? No lies? He wonders at the prospect of intrigue driven purely by interest, and how compelling that might be.
It's compelling to him. Ah, well,] Several heists. Clever wordplay, if you'll indulge me.