[Unmoved by his brother's look, yet moved by his response, Nikos snorts, loudly. He has been--unflatteringly, unfairly--compared to a horse for this reaction. It has not been enough to make him change his ways.]
And here I was under the impression that our pact was still in effect.
[The pact. It came together after a particularly savage fight in the library. Kostos, with a bloody lip, Nikos with a bite on his hand. Torn clothing too. They were expected at dinner. There would have to be some lie. So: the pact. They wouldn't sell one another out, not for this or for any future incident. They would be stone walls and neither could get into trouble.
Keto had been there as well that night, crying outside the door. Now she is like a wraith, when Nikos thinks of her. She was dead two weeks later. Perhaps that is why. And Kostos left, and the pact remained unbroken by greed or temptation or the promise of reward, as it surely would have been if they had more time.]
If you inform on me, I will have to do the same for you. There are a disgusting amount of wasteful gifts waiting to be delivered to you. It would require, [and he plucks a card from his hand. The Song of Mercy.] a small parade.
[And while his brother is distracted by that horrible image, and as he is laying his Song on top of the discarded Angel, Nikos moves his ring finger, cleverly, to slip out a card discarded four moves ago. A small gesture, one that relies on distraction.]
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Date: 2018-02-11 07:26 am (UTC)And here I was under the impression that our pact was still in effect.
[The pact. It came together after a particularly savage fight in the library. Kostos, with a bloody lip, Nikos with a bite on his hand. Torn clothing too. They were expected at dinner. There would have to be some lie. So: the pact. They wouldn't sell one another out, not for this or for any future incident. They would be stone walls and neither could get into trouble.
Keto had been there as well that night, crying outside the door. Now she is like a wraith, when Nikos thinks of her. She was dead two weeks later. Perhaps that is why. And Kostos left, and the pact remained unbroken by greed or temptation or the promise of reward, as it surely would have been if they had more time.]
If you inform on me, I will have to do the same for you. There are a disgusting amount of wasteful gifts waiting to be delivered to you. It would require, [and he plucks a card from his hand. The Song of Mercy.] a small parade.
[And while his brother is distracted by that horrible image, and as he is laying his Song on top of the discarded Angel, Nikos moves his ring finger, cleverly, to slip out a card discarded four moves ago. A small gesture, one that relies on distraction.]