Did you-- [A small pause, studying the flash of emotions that seem to chase each other across the man's face] want me to mean it?
[It's still baffling to met with anger, not at the presumption of intimacy but apparently the attention that he brought on them with his spectacle.
Being the Black General of the Second Army meant that he was also looked on, was used to the stares and the quiet judgements. As a Grisha in a country that wanted to sell them all in to slavery or shuffle off where they could not be seen, having fought- tooth and claws- for every speck of recognition and respect he has, this is... new.
A reminder of a distant time before the Little Palace when he had counted on the veil of anonymity to survive.]
I'm sorry. Who do you associate with that would judge you for making a man fall in love with you?
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[It's still baffling to met with anger, not at the presumption of intimacy but apparently the attention that he brought on them with his spectacle.
Being the Black General of the Second Army meant that he was also looked on, was used to the stares and the quiet judgements. As a Grisha in a country that wanted to sell them all in to slavery or shuffle off where they could not be seen, having fought- tooth and claws- for every speck of recognition and respect he has, this is... new.
A reminder of a distant time before the Little Palace when he had counted on the veil of anonymity to survive.]
I'm sorry. Who do you associate with that would judge you for making a man fall in love with you?