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King Saralegui of Small Shimaron ([personal profile] enthraller) wrote2014-06-30 02:51 pm
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[I'M ON MY PHONE RN I'LL MAKE THIS PRETTY LATER]


[personal profile] serpentking 2016-08-09 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Your Shima might well, intelligent as she is. [ The last seemed almost directed at the pale dragon, a quiet, pleased croon. There was an undercurrent of laughter threading through his voice, though; an acknowledgement of the jest. ]

Ratha, I think, would prefer I hissed and snarled and fought for every small think between us. Obstinate creature; I only hope I'm fortunate enough that he grows large enough that all of his viciousness can be effective or useful in some way or other.

[personal profile] serpentking 2016-08-09 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He is... striking. I'll grant you.

[ The dragon, bored with being ignored, leaned its long neck over the edge of the desk and began to nose into the drawers. The clawed thumbs of its wings helped it to cleverly tug and pull them open, and its long, lean tail lashed and waved while it explored.

Tzilan looked away from it, ignoring the sounds of small boxes and paper goods being rustled, instead considering Saralegui with... a strange, very frank regard. His lips compressed in hard thought, and he went... very still. Still as stone, before he inquired quietly, ]


The answer to that depends. How honest would you like me to be with you?

[personal profile] serpentking 2016-08-09 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not asking you idly. I'd be honest with you.

But I'd do so under the understanding that you can reciprocate at least a modicum of discretion.

[ His stare went unbroken, unblinking. By some trick of the light, or his posture, he even seemed taller, somehow. Dark eyes glinting and cold, like black river stones freshly pulled from a snowmelt stream, all the heavy weight of his full attention on the pale man before him. He did not breathe. ]

[personal profile] serpentking 2016-08-09 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tzilan watched Saralegui a long moment more before nodding. 'I am very discreet.'

Heaven help the young man if he wasn't. But it was a good first step... Trust had to be given first if it were ever to be reciprocated. ]


I came to this world with as mediocre a sum of wealth or esteem as any other outworlder. I've been, in secret and when currents and other factors are favorable, going out to see in hunt of ships carrying valuable but untraceable cargo. The captain, crew, and all living souls aboard, I kill.

I return the cargo in segments to port, here or elsewhere, under the painstakingly-built guise of a commodities merchant. It's ow I was able to afford a manse of such impressive size in this area against the mountain-- usually reserved for blue-blooded native families. It's the first step, growing wealth, but soon I mean to leverage it to buy my way into local politics as a magistrate of the port.

One step on a path that I mean to take me to the governorship of the city.

[personal profile] serpentking 2016-08-10 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Not just some; many. I am not concerned with the smaller moral costs when confronted with the possible net gain of good which might be achieved in the near future. Every other month the city is under attack, there are no state-sponsored investigations into the gods or the means of our arrival... or into any of the significant disruptions our presence makes here. A few lives lost on the path to greater understanding of our situation... and its consequences not just for our old worlds, but the one we inhabit now.

[ He paused there, lips pinching... and leaned forward a little. ]

And if you aren't overly troubled by niggling immoralities...

... I'd ask that you help me.

[personal profile] serpentking 2016-08-10 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His brows inched towards his hairline, and his mouth pursed thoughtfully while he considered the other man, cradling the pale dragon mutely while he listened. ]

Trust me when I say I'm remarkably resilient. And--

[ It's clear by his expression that he's curious. Like a cat watching a pulled string, trying to decide if it was worth batting after. He set his shoulders. ]

I hadn't meant that you would join in on that scheme... No; I'm unfit for the public eye. I need... a partner, someone who can be the respectable face of an understanding. But I won't... wouldn't turn down sound advice.

How would you do it?