[A wicked, difficult thing. Those words twist something in Felwinter's chest, because they're so terribly familiar. A student on his mountain. A lover here, in this world. People who have resigned themselves to never being seen for who they are beneath their challenging personalities.
Not something he expected from Set, oddly enough.]
I happen to be fond of difficult things.
[The kiss (such as it was) against Set's knuckles seems to have been enough of an apology, or enough of a distraction, that his irritation has softened. Felwinter lowers the hand slowly away from his face... but he keeps hold of it, for now.]
People have their own notion of what I am and what role I should play, the citizens of Karteria more than most. They assume I'm as dull as their ServiTrons, and expect me to be subservient. I've found it easier to avoid them.
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Not something he expected from Set, oddly enough.]
I happen to be fond of difficult things.
[The kiss (such as it was) against Set's knuckles seems to have been enough of an apology, or enough of a distraction, that his irritation has softened. Felwinter lowers the hand slowly away from his face... but he keeps hold of it, for now.]
People have their own notion of what I am and what role I should play, the citizens of Karteria more than most. They assume I'm as dull as their ServiTrons, and expect me to be subservient. I've found it easier to avoid them.