[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.
no subject
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.