dojuyen

[frvxe]

@blanchette​ : ‘  perhaps  you  might  show  mercy  freely.  ’ | x

          𝐃 𝐖𝚨𝐒 𝚴𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝚴𝐅𝚨𝚳𝚰𝐋𝚰𝚨𝐑 𝐖𝚰𝐓𝚮 𝐓𝚮𝚬 𝚨𝐂𝐓 of granting mercy, even if he wasn’t one to shy away from killing without remorse. It was... a delicate balance to maintain, and one that he was hesitant to disrupt in such places where he was little more than a trespasser. Even in the Frontier, he never drew his sword when it wasn’t necessary.

          Though he didn’t answer immediately, D did consider her words. Mercifully, the hand, too, was silent. His only reaction was obstructed near-completely by his cloak—the storing of the wooden stakes he’d slipped forth from their strap. Rarely did he hesitate to retaliate when attacked, but the dhampir reminded himself that he was the trespasser in their territory, their world.

          A cold, gentle gaze turned then to her. She was no vampire, of that he was largely certain, yet the splendor of her garb no doubt colored her a person of importance, if the myriad guards stood between her and D wasn’t enough to fuel the deduction. A noble, princess, queen? The hunter straightened, relaxing... and lifted his boot from the human pinned at the chest beneath it. A stranger, an intruder, and she spoke of mercy? Inaudibly came the low muttering of a voice from D’s hip, for once seeming to mind his volume appropriately.

               “𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭... 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸.”