I’m sure you have more noteworthy skills outside of your skill on the battlefield and your pretty face. Your, uh, passion is also very commendable. Not many people are as intense about what they enjoy as you are.
[Which was, admittedly, pretty off-putting. But attitudes like that usually also meant someone who was dedicated to what they did.]
Ah, not really. That is generally not very high on the list of things people compliment me on.
[Truth be told, he doesn’t get a lot of compliments. Flirtation and passing comments, sure, but outright compliments don’t come very frequently. Most aren’t comfortable with that level of directness. The ones he does get from the people he cares about rarely involve his looks at all.]
Awe is a good word for it. Fear is another. I can see why people find him intimidating. He, uh, strikes quite the figure.
[Clive quiets, thinking about the intensity of that steel-gray stare. He frowns a little. Had he been afraid of Barnabas? In a way, but he was more-so afraid for his loved ones. For Barnabas himself, he felt a magnetism, a frustration. And, admittedly, awe. He had never met a better swordsman.]
Sleipnir -
[Clive almost lets go when the other man’s gaze sharpens. He sees the fire in the man’s eyes. Was he… angry? For what? For Clive being concerned about him? If he has to have the ‘it’s not pity’ talk with one more person he might throw something. But no. That isn’t it.]
no subject
[Which was, admittedly, pretty off-putting. But attitudes like that usually also meant someone who was dedicated to what they did.]
Ah, not really. That is generally not very high on the list of things people compliment me on.
[Truth be told, he doesn’t get a lot of compliments. Flirtation and passing comments, sure, but outright compliments don’t come very frequently. Most aren’t comfortable with that level of directness. The ones he does get from the people he cares about rarely involve his looks at all.]
Awe is a good word for it. Fear is another. I can see why people find him intimidating. He, uh, strikes quite the figure.
[Clive quiets, thinking about the intensity of that steel-gray stare. He frowns a little. Had he been afraid of Barnabas? In a way, but he was more-so afraid for his loved ones. For Barnabas himself, he felt a magnetism, a frustration. And, admittedly, awe. He had never met a better swordsman.]
Sleipnir -
[Clive almost lets go when the other man’s gaze sharpens. He sees the fire in the man’s eyes. Was he… angry? For what? For Clive being concerned about him? If he has to have the ‘it’s not pity’ talk with one more person he might throw something. But no. That isn’t it.]
You’re frustrated. Why?