[ It doesn't entirely make sense to Byerly, but in his defense, he's much less accustomed to magical madness than some of the others are. So he hesitates a moment, then offers the suggestion: ]
Lay in the sunshine, I suppose. Ought to be getting warm soon...
[ But Byerly's voice is drowned out, abruptly, by - well, by Byerly's voice. From one of the side halls, through an open door, comes his voice, but his voice as Dorian has never heard it before. Because even in anger, By goes quiet and controlled, voice taut. He is always controlled. Never allows himself to slip the reins. But now, in the memory echoing from the side room, his voice is raised, snarling in fury, spitting -
"You useless fucking blind fucking - " And then a pure, apoplectic growl, an almost animalistic noise. "I should fucking kill you for this!"
Beside Dorian, Byerly has gone stiff, his face expressionless. ]
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[ It doesn't entirely make sense to Byerly, but in his defense, he's much less accustomed to magical madness than some of the others are. So he hesitates a moment, then offers the suggestion: ]
Lay in the sunshine, I suppose. Ought to be getting warm soon...
[ But Byerly's voice is drowned out, abruptly, by - well, by Byerly's voice. From one of the side halls, through an open door, comes his voice, but his voice as Dorian has never heard it before. Because even in anger, By goes quiet and controlled, voice taut. He is always controlled. Never allows himself to slip the reins. But now, in the memory echoing from the side room, his voice is raised, snarling in fury, spitting -
"You useless fucking blind fucking - " And then a pure, apoplectic growl, an almost animalistic noise. "I should fucking kill you for this!"
Beside Dorian, Byerly has gone stiff, his face expressionless. ]