[Red Wine says casually as he walks away, another bottle of a similar-looking liquid - though noticably darker - in his own hand. The needling is unnecessary in getting Steak to come after him but he does it anyway, the most natural-feeling thing in this unnatural place.
On the street he turns his direction towards the dockside, and finally slows down enough for Steak to properly catch up with him.]
( nope, he doesn't need to, but it helps Steak's determination to catch up with him, liquid sloshing against the sides of the bottle as he hurries to the street, following that all too familiar head of dark hair wherever it goes.
[This path is one well-trodden and familiar and that's really the only reason he goes this way, but they could find somewhere suitable to sit long before they hit the dockside... if they make it there at all. Red Wine taps his fingernails against the side of the bottle while he walks.]
A good deal has happened in the past few weeks. I thought we could both use the distraction.
( "a good deal", isn't that just the understatement of the year? Steak's eyes avert to follow the sight of someone drawing curtains inside their home, a sigh caught on the tip of his tongue, hiccuping out of him. )
Do you plan on lecturing me?
( he doubts Red Wine would gloat about this particular event, but a lecture on his foolishness to be caught up in the enchantments isn't out of the question, and he isn't particularly in the mood to hear about those failures. it isn't like he can go back and fix them. )
If I wanted to do that I would have done it at the house.
[And he wouldn't have brought him alcohol. Though there is a list of things that he could lecture Steak about at this moment, he is exercising great restraint in not doing so.
He could say it's because he imagines Steak feels bad enough about it already, but that isn't it.]
( fair point. and how very generous, generous enough that Steak looks mildly surprised to hear that Red Wine is extending him that courtesy. he's not sure he would have done the same.
but there's no commenting about that, because Steak instead exhales and tips his head to the sky. )
I remember approaching a cage and then... nothing. My mind became a blur.
( almost as though he was the one in the cage, helpless and drugged up by whatever those bastards were doing. )
Combat with Steak had always been more about letting off steam than actually trying to damage each other. More often than not, they did more damage to the area around them. Actually having Steak trying earnestly to kill him was a shock to his psyche that he had in no way been prepared for at the time, even though he's been able to rationalise it by now.]
he remembers flashes of things. Saber pushing him up against the cage, the clatter of his sword hitting the floor. yelling at Red Wine, but the words are a blank.
and— )
You knocked me out, you bastard!
(rude. but before Red Wine can say anything about that, Steak swallows and adds; )
[He only lets a soft grunt in response to that, and finally uncaps his own bottle of alcohol to take a mouthful of the contents. It burns on the way down and makes him hiss, sharp teeth briefly baring against it, and the taste settles unpleasantly on his tongue.
He doesn't complain.]
It was preferable to the alternative.
[Killing him. Or being killed. It would have been one or the other.]
It isn't surprising that your idealism could be twisted. I avoided it, but the same could have happened to me.
( the alternative doesn't need to be thought about. it didn't happen so it doesn't matter.
... right? )
It was a powerful spell. ( Steak would concede that point, at least, before falling silent, only his steps filling the air, the bottle still unopened in his hand )
...It won't happen again.
( he won't let it happen again, he'll master every branch of magic if he has to in order to prevent it happening again. )
[He won't take that as a promise, but the next time it could be the other way around. If there's a next time. Red Wine is quite determined that something like this is not going to be allowed to happen a third time.
Another mouthful of the bottle's contents burns a path down within his chest.]
Should we have to deal with anything like that again, do not leave my side.
( Steak has to admit, it's strange. while crime always happens, something as big as this should be a once in a lifetime event, like the Countess, not an annual one. )
What are you? My minder?
( he snorts at the very idea. if anyone needs minding here, it's Red Wine. obviously. that's why he promised his Master Attendant that he'd look after the bastard. )
[While they walk, Red Wine lifts up the bottle he carries and looks at the liquid inside. It is, essentially, the same as the one that Steak carries... with a little something extra making the amber liquid blush red.
And it doesn't sicken him the way it used to. He isn't sure how he feels about that.]
I made a promise to look after you and I shan't go back on it, even here.
( Red Wine has many, many flaws, many irritating qualities, but his loyalty, sense of honour and justice have always been first class. there's no way Steak could ever deny those facts. even when he could have simply left Steak to deal with Bloody Mary's escape, smug about tricking Steak with the pumpkin, he bothered to run all that way and help him fight.
he's many things, but he's always been a good brother in arms.
Steak walks at a leisurely pace as he unscrews the top from his bottle and takes a drink, letting the burn sting the back of his throat in the pleasant way it does. )
[He glances Steak's way as he finally uncaps the bottle, and he doesn't make any blithe comment about that particular compliment. For all their bickering and fighting, the loyalty of the both of them is never something that could be drawn into question.]
And yours.
[And he sighs for a moment, pushing a hand through his hair.]
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Date: 2021-03-03 01:07 pm (UTC)[Red Wine says casually as he walks away, another bottle of a similar-looking liquid - though noticably darker - in his own hand. The needling is unnecessary in getting Steak to come after him but he does it anyway, the most natural-feeling thing in this unnatural place.
On the street he turns his direction towards the dockside, and finally slows down enough for Steak to properly catch up with him.]
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Date: 2021-03-03 10:31 pm (UTC)( nope, he doesn't need to, but it helps Steak's determination to catch up with him, liquid sloshing against the sides of the bottle as he hurries to the street, following that all too familiar head of dark hair wherever it goes.
as always. )
Where are we going?
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Date: 2021-03-04 09:03 pm (UTC)[This path is one well-trodden and familiar and that's really the only reason he goes this way, but they could find somewhere suitable to sit long before they hit the dockside... if they make it there at all. Red Wine taps his fingernails against the side of the bottle while he walks.]
A good deal has happened in the past few weeks. I thought we could both use the distraction.
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Date: 2021-03-06 01:10 pm (UTC)Do you plan on lecturing me?
( he doubts Red Wine would gloat about this particular event, but a lecture on his foolishness to be caught up in the enchantments isn't out of the question, and he isn't particularly in the mood to hear about those failures. it isn't like he can go back and fix them. )
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Date: 2021-03-09 07:04 pm (UTC)[And he wouldn't have brought him alcohol. Though there is a list of things that he could lecture Steak about at this moment, he is exercising great restraint in not doing so.
He could say it's because he imagines Steak feels bad enough about it already, but that isn't it.]
The magic was powerful. I could feel it too.
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Date: 2021-03-10 10:02 pm (UTC)but there's no commenting about that, because Steak instead exhales and tips his head to the sky. )
I remember approaching a cage and then... nothing. My mind became a blur.
( almost as though he was the one in the cage, helpless and drugged up by whatever those bastards were doing. )
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Date: 2021-03-13 10:27 pm (UTC)[Not a fight he had relished.
Combat with Steak had always been more about letting off steam than actually trying to damage each other. More often than not, they did more damage to the area around them. Actually having Steak trying earnestly to kill him was a shock to his psyche that he had in no way been prepared for at the time, even though he's been able to rationalise it by now.]
Or of anything after that?
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Date: 2021-03-14 12:39 am (UTC)he remembers flashes of things. Saber pushing him up against the cage, the clatter of his sword hitting the floor. yelling at Red Wine, but the words are a blank.
and— )
You knocked me out, you bastard!
( rude. but before Red Wine can say anything about that, Steak swallows and adds; )
... Thanks.
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Date: 2021-03-14 10:52 pm (UTC)He doesn't complain.]
It was preferable to the alternative.
[Killing him. Or being killed. It would have been one or the other.]
It isn't surprising that your idealism could be twisted. I avoided it, but the same could have happened to me.
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Date: 2021-03-16 09:27 pm (UTC)... right? )
It was a powerful spell. ( Steak would concede that point, at least, before falling silent, only his steps filling the air, the bottle still unopened in his hand )
...It won't happen again.
( he won't let it happen again, he'll master every branch of magic if he has to in order to prevent it happening again. )
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Date: 2021-03-20 11:29 pm (UTC)[He won't take that as a promise, but the next time it could be the other way around. If there's a next time. Red Wine is quite determined that something like this is not going to be allowed to happen a third time.
Another mouthful of the bottle's contents burns a path down within his chest.]
Should we have to deal with anything like that again, do not leave my side.
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Date: 2021-03-21 10:19 pm (UTC)What are you? My minder?
( he snorts at the very idea. if anyone needs minding here, it's Red Wine. obviously. that's why he promised his Master Attendant that he'd look after the bastard. )
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Date: 2021-03-23 11:11 pm (UTC)[While they walk, Red Wine lifts up the bottle he carries and looks at the liquid inside. It is, essentially, the same as the one that Steak carries... with a little something extra making the amber liquid blush red.
And it doesn't sicken him the way it used to. He isn't sure how he feels about that.]
I made a promise to look after you and I shan't go back on it, even here.
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Date: 2021-04-01 03:12 pm (UTC)( Red Wine has many, many flaws, many irritating qualities, but his loyalty, sense of honour and justice have always been first class. there's no way Steak could ever deny those facts. even when he could have simply left Steak to deal with Bloody Mary's escape, smug about tricking Steak with the pumpkin, he bothered to run all that way and help him fight.
he's many things, but he's always been a good brother in arms.
Steak walks at a leisurely pace as he unscrews the top from his bottle and takes a drink, letting the burn sting the back of his throat in the pleasant way it does. )
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Date: 2021-04-05 03:06 pm (UTC)[He glances Steak's way as he finally uncaps the bottle, and he doesn't make any blithe comment about that particular compliment. For all their bickering and fighting, the loyalty of the both of them is never something that could be drawn into question.]
And yours.
[And he sighs for a moment, pushing a hand through his hair.]
You hit hard when you're not holding back.