and every broken heart will mend

[scourgingstars]

[Not too long after the trial, a note found its way under everyone's doors, all of them written in the same neat handwriting that had been asking after a ring not that long ago.]

If any of you would prefer not to be left alone after all of that, I propose we meet in the dining hall. Nari has taken up cooking at the moment, and should anyone wish to talk I will be present regardless of whether or not the group at large should choose to join us.

-Ardyn

[True to his word, Ardyn was at a smaller table in the dining hall with an untouched cup of coffee in front of him; lost in thought leaning his head on one hand as the other turned a silver coin over between his fingers.]

[King in an empty hall, and savior of nothing. All that effort to prevent bloodshed, and it had come down to a situation designed to force their hand from the beginning.]

Comments

[buddyoldpal]

[ :'D ]

Sounds like it'll be a pain in the ass, if ya ask me.

I'm tellin' ya girlie, if ya don't wanna risk it, there's always Roland-san. He ain't never turn down booze.

[serrata]

No, no, I want to try! Especially now you've gone and put it like that. You've made it sound like a challenge.

[ she gives him a little grin, as best she can, anyway. ]

I can't exactly back down from that, can I?

[buddyoldpal]

Ain't gonna turn down a challenge, eh?

[ He smirks. That's kinda cute. ]

Nah, ya got that right. 's about pride now! Even if yer steak turns out fuckin' nasty, ya gotta try.

[serrata]

Alright then. As soon as I get some free time in the kitchen, I know what's top of my list. There's a steak in one of those freezers that's just asking to be marinated in vodka.

[ the steak is most likely not looking forward to being marinated in satan vodka. ]

[buddyoldpal]

Lemme know how it goes when ya do it-- I sure as fuck ain't gonna eat it, but I wanna see who does.

[ It will be a DEATH STEAK ]