[His tone is light, and initially it's just the lure of cards and drinks. Well, and the fact that even from across the room, the elf had seemed attractive- almost sort of charming, the sort of thing that catches his eyes. But when Francis slides in and steals the seat opposite, well... It's hard not to notice the scars.
More specifically the way they're the same as the ones that the blonde's carried for months now. They show on his throat, under the red leather collar and the tattoo, the tip of his chin, down his bare arms to his fingers. Garrett's guilt is still a sharp thing, and he'd eventually gotten an explanation of how a friend of his had them. Something left over when that slice of Hell had rewritten their identities; and Hawke had suffered it worse than most.
If this is his friend, his eyes are certainly as pretty as he'd implied. So Francis doesn't bring up the scars. Just lets his violet eyes slide over the elf with interest and curiosity, even if he feels a bit like some strange copycat. It's something of a familiar feeling, though.]
So what are you dealing?
[Francis usually cheats, but this was odd territory.]
your average hotel night; hope this is okay hah
[His tone is light, and initially it's just the lure of cards and drinks. Well, and the fact that even from across the room, the elf had seemed attractive- almost sort of charming, the sort of thing that catches his eyes. But when Francis slides in and steals the seat opposite, well... It's hard not to notice the scars.
More specifically the way they're the same as the ones that the blonde's carried for months now. They show on his throat, under the red leather collar and the tattoo, the tip of his chin, down his bare arms to his fingers. Garrett's guilt is still a sharp thing, and he'd eventually gotten an explanation of how a friend of his had them. Something left over when that slice of Hell had rewritten their identities; and Hawke had suffered it worse than most.
If this is his friend, his eyes are certainly as pretty as he'd implied. So Francis doesn't bring up the scars. Just lets his violet eyes slide over the elf with interest and curiosity, even if he feels a bit like some strange copycat. It's something of a familiar feeling, though.]
So what are you dealing?
[Francis usually cheats, but this was odd territory.]