[A slow shrug that brushes their shoulders together, sitting as close as they do under the tree.]
I can teach you how to waltz. I can even teach you how to lead.
[The only place on the station that doesn't feel entirely alien, the sunlight room. The sun on his face and hands, the warmth of it seeping through his dark clothes.
Secrets, and holding confidence, when secrets were worth more than gold. at least that's the way in Ravka, and the Darkling suspects that this aspect of human nature is a constant.]
I am, yes. How do you decide if the person you piss off is a bad person or not. Because they are not the one paying you, or how does that work. From a practical point of view.
[When morality is painted in all gray, trying to find out who might be the worse choice becomes harder.
What Peter sees might be the Darkling, head tilted back against the trunk of the tree with his eyes closed. A pinched line between his eyebrows and the thin line of his mouth.]
no subject
[A slow shrug that brushes their shoulders together, sitting as close as they do under the tree.]
I can teach you how to waltz. I can even teach you how to lead.
[The only place on the station that doesn't feel entirely alien, the sunlight room. The sun on his face and hands, the warmth of it seeping through his dark clothes.
Secrets, and holding confidence, when secrets were worth more than gold. at least that's the way in Ravka, and the Darkling suspects that this aspect of human nature is a constant.]
I am, yes. How do you decide if the person you piss off is a bad person or not. Because they are not the one paying you, or how does that work. From a practical point of view.
[When morality is painted in all gray, trying to find out who might be the worse choice becomes harder.
What Peter sees might be the Darkling, head tilted back against the trunk of the tree with his eyes closed. A pinched line between his eyebrows and the thin line of his mouth.]
We talked. Briefly. She seemed- fine.