[ P ] You'll love to hate me

Patrol

A whole patrol walks by and the soldiers stop. When they notice you, two approach you. One is a tall wolf with bright blue eyes and the other is of similar height to you. "Why are you here? And where is your commanding officer?" asks the tall one.


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your veins are full of ice-water

He remained as neutral as he could in this moment, gauging his little brother's reaction. Augustine himself was satisfied with both his own self preservation that he was trying so hard to hold on to, and Baptista's response. "Yes, a wife" the man mused, like the stars of a melody. "No, Baptista." he would search for his brother's own mismatched hues, his ears would fall forward just before the boy's sentence would end. The hairs along the back of his neck would ever so slightly stand on end. "I mean- you do what you need to do. To tolerate what youre likely already percieving as a dreadful event. " it was a half empty threat, and a more solid confirmation of what Augustine was expecting out of his brother. His tone skipped from one spot to another, Augustine careful to address all of said tones as he observed his little brother. He half expected the younger scowcroft to resent the idea, but here he was, already asking about her. A cocky grin would plaster his face, he was raising a glass to the boy and his interest that seemed to hold zero resentment. "Rhoswen Cavanagh. A lieutenant in the Imperial Army. If you seek her out, do remember war has been waged. However, her and i did settle on her keeping a close eye to the borders, to look for you." he would wave a paw towards his door. "You've only a small window of time before the party, you'll want to meet her at the the least. " he chuckled, making his own way toward a hallway not far from them. He left no more room for them to discuss much of anything. His thoughts were solely on that wife of his that he was only able to glance at during his previous event. exit augustine "Sed vel nisl erat. Quisque interdum risus turpis, vel euismod velit molestie sed."

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his grin was always halfway a smile—

It is not the event that Baptista is concerned about. He can sport a smile with the best of them—he is fond of a good party, and he is certain that Augustine will not disappoint. After all, they must put on a good show to convince the townsfolk of the stability and safety they are provided under the name Scowcroft. But to be publicly known as a happily married man will put a set of metaphorical shackles on Baptista; if he wants to hold onto any of his freedoms, he will have to proceed carefully in the aftermath.

Augustine misreads him, and he prefers it that way. Baptista drains his glass in turn with his brother, though his expression is tense as he takes in the information offered. A lieutenant. He narrows his eyes for a moment in consideration of this carefully chosen match; if the title of marriage alone does not tame him, he doesn't doubt that Augustine is certain his future wife will.

Baptista isn't entirely certain he's wrong.

"As you wish, brother," he offers tightly, and despite his irritation at Augustine's flippant dismissal of him, he takes the out. Baptista sweeps out the door—letting it close perhaps a bit too harshly—and sets out into the night. His brother is goading him, he knows, but he will find Rhoswen Cavanaugh all the same.

What other choice does he have?

exeunt baptista

—and halfway a threat

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