amber is the color of your energy

sometimes, all i think about is you

Baelfire's answering sneer was all Bastien would get to his flirtatious words. He was not interested in the slightest and while he could see that the other man was not being wholly serious it still didn't irritate him any less. He felt uncomfortable beneath the stare of a male, not liking the way his eyes roved. It make him feel that old twinge of bitterness rise up like bile in his throat.

His ears flicked at Bastien's comment about Jacob's doctors and soldiers and he might've smiled in amusement, were he not in such a foul mood. He gave an agreeable grunt at the other man's finishing words, that he might not have made it further than here anyway. He was not in the best of shape but thanks to Anthe, he would likely live. Maybe with a few scars but that was better than death in Baelfire's opionion.

Maybe he should have left him there, it would have been one less Jacobite to worry about but... Baelfire was not that kind of man, despite everything. "Well, I hope his doctors are better than his soldiers, for their sake." he commented; there was nothing to do now but sit and wait to see what would happen to Rionnach in the fallout of the war. It was then that he fell silent, a watchful eye for Anthe. He did not trust this man as far as he could throw him but he also didn't think he would do anything that stupid. To hurt those who helped you was foolish. So he would not spend his entire day here, just long enough till the man passed out from his wounds and medicine and then perhaps he would take his leave.

exit baelfire

"..."

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