And Laurent is wary again. Damn. Did he never let his guard down?
A creature knows when it could become prey at any moment.
Damen took his glass of wine in hand, feeling ill at ease trying to attempt normal dinner small-talk after years of solitude, much less the tumultuous events of the past week and the fraught nature of his relationship (if one could call it that) with the Prince.
"I am glad to see it extends even to that," he said, eyeing Laurent's hands, pale and unmarred by any streaks of red from wayward thorns. "I...did not think to warn you about that part of the garden. The blooms there are fragile, as you have seen. I do what I can to help them grow again, but I am no gardener myself."
He'd had to learn.
Feeling awkward, Damen groped for a line of conversation. "What are your interests, then? Besides reading, of course?" Who would guess that the huge, terrifying Beast would prove an absolute puppy of a conversationalist? At least subtlety would hardly be expected of him, he surmised with a grimace.
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A creature knows when it could become prey at any moment.
Damen took his glass of wine in hand, feeling ill at ease trying to attempt normal dinner small-talk after years of solitude, much less the tumultuous events of the past week and the fraught nature of his relationship (if one could call it that) with the Prince.
"I am glad to see it extends even to that," he said, eyeing Laurent's hands, pale and unmarred by any streaks of red from wayward thorns. "I...did not think to warn you about that part of the garden. The blooms there are fragile, as you have seen. I do what I can to help them grow again, but I am no gardener myself."
He'd had to learn.
Feeling awkward, Damen groped for a line of conversation. "What are your interests, then? Besides reading, of course?" Who would guess that the huge, terrifying Beast would prove an absolute puppy of a conversationalist? At least subtlety would hardly be expected of him, he surmised with a grimace.