( used to being feared, huaisang's cowering serves to actually make the young king feel a little bit better about himself — though it doesn't much show on his face, still turned up in a lazy, cruel smile.
he allows him to ramble a bit, propping his elbows up on the railing on the unfinished wood of the bridge. after a bit, he raises one hand as if to silence him, lifting a brow in keen interest. )
Well? Are you going to help me fetch them or not, mortal?
( while he currently makes no move towards the brook to go grab his boots.
yk, if he can make huaisang do it, that's all the better for him. )
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he allows him to ramble a bit, propping his elbows up on the railing on the unfinished wood of the bridge. after a bit, he raises one hand as if to silence him, lifting a brow in keen interest. )
Well? Are you going to help me fetch them or not, mortal?
( while he currently makes no move towards the brook to go grab his boots.
yk, if he can make huaisang do it, that's all the better for him. )