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The extra layer of ice is palpable. Legault has to take effort not to balk at the drop in temperature. His mouth twitches.

"I was speaking of your acidic tongue. He's a man of character, you know."

Or perhaps he doesn't. Legault knows little of just how much may have been shared at that little party, but he presumes it couldn't have been much. The two of them talking now know even less about one another.

(That commander of Heath's did have as many sharp edges as her wyvern. Legault wonders if he knows Heath and his proclivities less than he'd believed, too.)

Regardless, he knows more than this little barbed bookworm. He finds some comfort in that leverage-- enough to relax his posture and settle in. He'll not be retreating yet, not when they're in his home turf.

"He's upright and true. A man who will stand for what's right even if it means placing his life in peril. And he has the body of someone who has trained for combat since childhood." He allows himself to laugh softly at his own words, doubtful that his conversation partner would bother. "If that's not your type, I can't help but wonder what is. Especially with how much of a heartbreaker you are."

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Legault coughs into his wrist and does his utmost to settle his expression back toward neutral amusement rather than bemusement. This apple's got some acidity, that's for sure. "He does startle easily about certain things. I'm not surprised he was flustered over being informed that he apparently has a lover." It certainly wouldn't have been Heath who used the term, not unless he were desperately trying to rebuff someone else's advances perhaps—but based on those rumors and the talk of ruining, rebuffing hadn't been Heath's choice of action. That makes the whole thing only all the more strange. "What you've done is taught me something new about him. I'm a friend of his from back home, and yet I know so little about his romantic tastes. Can you believe that? I had to see what type of person managed to pull him out of his shell." He finds his smirk again in full now, sharper than it was before. "For it to be someone like you is a surprise, I'll admit."

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Legault isn't owed knowledge of Heath's business. Whatever they've cultivated together, they've both led lives that lend themselves to secrets that may be best not to share. There are things that the man keeps to himself, even as he goes out of his way to seek Legault out and share more of his time and his thoughts with him. None of this can suppress the thief's curiosity when Heath is so reticent to talk about something like a love-themed party he'd attended, is the thing. Rumors and stories about the event had flown across the monastery, and it's easy enough for someone trained in much more serious subterfuge to pick out the parts he's most interested in. Matchmaking, games, and a Black Eagles professor stealing multiple kisses from an Elibean wyvern knight—now that's an interesting story. If Heath isn't willing to give the details, Legault will simply sniff them out himself. He knows what to look for, but it's a stroke of luck that brings his target to him: a telltale crimson mark visible atop the forehead of a face buried in a book in the library of Abyss. Legault glides over with a smile, settling beside the scholar. "My my, are you the sour apple I'd read about?" Quick fingers dart into his cloak and retrieve a small paper, softened slightly from being folded and tucked away after it'd seen its use. When he unfurls it, a candy-themed rhyme makes itself visible on the inside. "I'd expected more green…though if you're who I think you are, I suppose your date had you covered in that department."

@senerist hi <3

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It isn’t that Legault doesn’t trust his new companions, per se. The Lycian lords are the righteous sort, with both the bravery to storm the Dread Isle and the mercy to take in a defector from the ranks of the enemy. He’s safer in their care than he’d ever be if he’d slipped out into the night on his own. Old habits die hard, though, and no number of honor-bound knights or sharpened mercenaries can stop the itching feeling that he should secure his perimeter himself. (He’d slipped past enough of them to know how flawed they can be, after all.)

It doesn’t take him long to notice that he has a tail following after him through the trees—not silent enough to be one of his old coworkers, but not loud or reckless enough to suggest enough inexperience to put him at ease, either. The woosh of a lance through the air behind him has him exhaling a quiet sigh of relief as he turns on his heel with his hands raised and palms open.

Fiora. They hadn’t spoken, but he’d done a bit of listening. She carries the prideful ice of Ilia more openly than her little lilac-haired sister, even if they both ride pegasi into battle.

(How many times will he have sky knights pointing their polearms at him in this army, anyhow? And both with such distrustful looks in their eyes…Ilian ice and Bernese stone are both incredibly sharp in their own right.)

“Alright, alright, so the traitor hasn’t earned your trust yet. I respect that.” He smiles, unable to stop himself from wondering if she looks as silly when caught off-guard as his last interrogator did. “You want to join me and supervise while I take a leak, or have I earned a little privacy at the very least?”

Thief in the Night

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// CARTOONISHLY WIPES SWEAT OFF MY BROW....i think i got all of 'em in this pile! thank u all for sitting in on legault's portrait hour* (*several weeks) it's always a blast to draw ppl's muses!!

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🎨 sorry i'm fashionably late

heya, sticky fingers (and sticky purse...why do you keep candy literally everywhere...??)

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🎨?

hard to miss this one. bigger even than brendan, at least in the vertical direction. could provide physical cover in a pinch, perhaps? [he also thinks the brand-like mark might be a tattoo. noted down the shapes as best as he could, just in case it lines up with an organization's symbol. best he can guess at now is it being an abstract flame or smth. fucked up and connected some of the shapes on his first pass bc of that assumption. lol]

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🎨 "Will it trouble you much to draw one such as myself?"

not sure if "troubled" begins to cover the emotions here. thanks!

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dont remember much about his hairstyle tbh, but the shapes and shadows on his face really stood out in that weirdly lit corridor i think

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🎨 yippeeee!

one of the training ground junkies, yes? based on how often she's passing by one of the easier openings to slip back down to Abyss, anyway, which is right on the way t there are not any directions to a secret basement in this post don't bother looking for them thank you

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🎨 thief to thief.......

sharp eyes and quick hands, huh? (a little too sharp and unsettling in the eye department, actually. not the kid's fault, legault's gut just automatically turns at the sight of gold. you know how it is.)

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february activity

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🎨

speaking of sunshine...even basement dwellers can't help but catch news of the peerless princess herself with how brightly (and loudly) she shines

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another kid who seems overcast even when the sun is out. are you all like...okay up there at the monastery? i thought it was supposed to be nicer up there...

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(what does he remember from that bizarre first impression)

sharp ass teeth

scruffy facial hair (charm point on men in legault's eyes)

????

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🎨 (either muse!)

always has an aura like he just came in from the rain, even if it's a bright sunny day outside. fascinating young lad

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Legault shakes his head, exhaling too quietly for the sound to really qualify as a laugh. "I'm not too shy to ask for my own blade if I were looking for one." He watches the journey of the merchant's hands, from the counter to his belt. His brow furrows as he listens to the man's words, following the lines that those fingers trace. "…You're a strange one, sir." The thief shifts his weight onto his back foot, a minuscule motion of the hips behind the counter. He rubs a palm up and down his upper arm in a nervous, thoughtful gesture—one that conveniently brings his hand closer to where his own dagger rests. "Hm…I think if you were lying, it isn't a dangerous lie. It'd be strange of you to reveal that you're lying at all if that were the case." His smile returns, playful despite everything. "What, are you stalling? Don't know where the old owner stored all of the swords? I could come back later if you have to go searching for them."

yoink!