[ compared to some of the volunteers, cassidy's first time in eudio was brief. but it was far longer than he'd planned on spending in the city. the real danger of a place like this was that a person could grow so complacent they forgot why they came in the first place. the moment he realized that was the moment he also realized he had to leave, even at the risk of losing whatever memories he'd made. there had been too much at stake for him back home, and he may be guilty of many things, but failing in his duties to his crew is not one.
( not purposefully, at least. )
he watches her slide his glass onto a coaster, and this time he doesn't hide his grin. in his time, a coaster is a type of sailing vessel, and water rings on tables are the least of people's concerns. he wishes he had an explanation for her amnesia — why she doesn't remember being here before and he does — partly so he could ease her worry, but mostly because he doesn't like being in the dark. they're alike in that sense.
but if her memory loss makes him at all anxious, he hides it well. what he fails to hide is the way his expression turns a shade more sober at her question. when he lifts his glass to take another drink, the paper coaster flutters, stuck to the bottom.
he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth before he answers. ] Aye, to be sure. The items what were stolen from me were returned forthwith, God rot the bones of the sneaking leech who stole them. [ the last part is said with considerable heat. he downs a little more of his drink, then thunks it on the table and looks at roxy. ] Thing of it is, the world's full of scugs and Judases, Miss Morton, and it's thanks to their like that I be here again.
[ he lifts his glass again in a mock toast, before draining it until less than an inch remains at the bottom. his smile is a knife, sharp and pointed. he wants to ask if she received her incentive when she went back, but of course she wouldn't know. so he says instead, ]
If I may make so bold, what manner of trouble brung you here?
no subject
( not purposefully, at least. )
he watches her slide his glass onto a coaster, and this time he doesn't hide his grin. in his time, a coaster is a type of sailing vessel, and water rings on tables are the least of people's concerns. he wishes he had an explanation for her amnesia — why she doesn't remember being here before and he does — partly so he could ease her worry, but mostly because he doesn't like being in the dark. they're alike in that sense.
but if her memory loss makes him at all anxious, he hides it well. what he fails to hide is the way his expression turns a shade more sober at her question. when he lifts his glass to take another drink, the paper coaster flutters, stuck to the bottom.
he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth before he answers. ] Aye, to be sure. The items what were stolen from me were returned forthwith, God rot the bones of the sneaking leech who stole them. [ the last part is said with considerable heat. he downs a little more of his drink, then thunks it on the table and looks at roxy. ] Thing of it is, the world's full of scugs and Judases, Miss Morton, and it's thanks to their like that I be here again.
[ he lifts his glass again in a mock toast, before draining it until less than an inch remains at the bottom. his smile is a knife, sharp and pointed. he wants to ask if she received her incentive when she went back, but of course she wouldn't know. so he says instead, ]
If I may make so bold, what manner of trouble brung you here?