[Fingers resting on the brim of his glass, Takasugi leaves the drink to its ring of condensation on the bar. The first drink was warm, heat rushing down his throat and into his chest.
But Enjolras's succinct interest is like bellows to searing embers.
Takasugi smiles, perching his elbow on the bar to rest his jaw on curled fingers.
There's no divorcing the future and the past, and he'll see to it that kings are not spared from that realization.]
Aa.
Do you want to start with their transgressions, or skip to the part where I send them to hell?
[He replies with his own brevity; Takasugi doesn't care to sit around and regale this man with aimless war stories.]
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But Enjolras's succinct interest is like bellows to searing embers.
Takasugi smiles, perching his elbow on the bar to rest his jaw on curled fingers.
There's no divorcing the future and the past, and he'll see to it that kings are not spared from that realization.]
Aa.
Do you want to start with their transgressions, or skip to the part where I send them to hell?
[He replies with his own brevity; Takasugi doesn't care to sit around and regale this man with aimless war stories.]