Drawing himself up tightly as though in anticipation of violence, Benedict leans away from Flint in his quick approach, flinching with the usual instinctive, gut-clenching terror that the man invariably brings out in him.
But as the parchment and quill are presented, he hesitates a moment, staring down at them like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.
Is that all?
He accepts the pen delicately, taking a deep breath and steadily pressing it back out as he regains composure, straightens, remembers who he is.
“You could’ve just asked, ser,” he says, a prim veneer over what nerves still remain. The nib is set to paper.
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Date: 2023-09-05 06:18 am (UTC)But as the parchment and quill are presented, he hesitates a moment, staring down at them like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.
Is that all?
He accepts the pen delicately, taking a deep breath and steadily pressing it back out as he regains composure, straightens, remembers who he is.
“You could’ve just asked, ser,” he says, a prim veneer over what nerves still remain. The nib is set to paper.