#( 🥚 ) -- sao cidon

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#ﾞ ᴄ ——— ❝ Never trust a man with a sword, ❞ Cayde-6 muses as he leans on the table opposite to Sao, ❝ that's what I always say. ❞

It's funny he says that, considering he has many friends skilled with the blade. In fact, there was a time where Shaxx enjoyed the clash of a swordfight, though Cayde hadn't been eager to join. What's a sword to a knife ? He'd be defeated &. forced to work off another bet.

In all reality, the Hunter Vanguard is just saying this to stir the pot with the other. He's friends with Dawnblades, his Hunters love to use Eager Edge swords to ruin someone's day. So does he. He shoots a finger gun at them, grinning widely like a boasting dog as he continues.

❝ Why ? Because you never know how bloodied the hand holding that blade is. &. also they probably like to stab a LOT more than me. ❞

That's natural. Hunter blood, in fact.

Back nearby ? Stab it. Even if it's the one closest to you. At least, that's the life Cayde has lived.

There's no need to be such a downer about it though. Cayde closes his optics, ❝ I mean, you get what I mean, right kid ? ❞

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stcrmcalling ― ❝quote❞ for Uldren? ;w;

canon lines / accepting

#ﾞ ᴜ ——— ❝ Asphodelia is it's name, ❞ the prince crouches, brushing a hand through the garden bed. He plucks the flower, the stem wriggling between his fingertips as Uldren rolls it.

His eyelids shrink down, closing them. He's recalling something, a grimness, a time that seems fogged in his mind's eye. Then he remembers just a sliver, a gentle fall of sand that he tries to grab as the memories slip through his fingers. Glancing to the Guardian, he updates them, ❝ It only grew in the Black Garden. ❞

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they counter his revolt with an insolent, cheshire-grin, eyes lidded sweetly. 

            ❝ that’s right. don’t worry, you’re pardoned. ❞ 

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Uldren plants his boot on some leverage, leaning forth as he lets out a dry chuckle from his cracked lips. He should be mad, but frankly, there's already so much to be pressed on that he can only humour himself to escape the stress.

ᴜ ——— ❝ Cute, ❞ he licks his lips as he looks up, rolling his eyes, ❝ you think you can treat me like your slave. ❞

He sweeps his arms out wide like he were mimicking the prongs of a fork, bowing mockingly with another stiff, exasperated laugh. There's pressure in that hoarseness, begging to sharpen his tongue at any further provocation. He's clearly alert, paranoid even, about the situation.

❝ &. yet, I don't see your name anywhere to suggest I respect that. Attestant to the importance of the Guardians, I assume. ❞

This all stemmed from a goddamn sexyman election. God forbid the Awoken do anything.

@stcrmcalling replied to your post: ❝ Oh chin up, princey. Since when did you need a poll to tell you that you’re sexy? ❞

ᴜ ——— ❝ … pardon me but … Princey ? ❞ Revolt.

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What a peculiar comment, especially coming from him. 

               Sao quietly leans back from the table which they had placed their blades, glancing at the gunslinger from the corner of their eye. They had kept an eye on various members of the Vanguard, not for any particularly important reason, only to gather their own bit of information. They knew better than to judge someone deeply by their class, however they had observed this hunter enough to pick out a few he seemed close to, though they could never be certain on account of not observing that closely.

              Though… it wasn’t the first time they’d heard a comment like that, though the last time they had heard it was many, many years ago. They’re momentarily brought back to that moment, then… a quiet chuckle leaves them, their body straightening. It doesn’t sound like they’ve taken his remark personally. The ‘kid’ they could do without considering they were probably… much older than he was, but they’d let it slide. He’s interesting, perhaps even a little bit cute. 

              ❝ That’s right, darling. ❞ They coo playfully, the gem of their single star-shaped earring glimmering in the sun as they turn to face him. ❝ In fact, every man who’s crossed me gets twice the blade in his back. The dark ages can give anyone a body count if they’re looking to tally it. ❞ They slowly meander towards him, grinning. ❝ ‘Course, we’re on the same side, so I’ll give you the special privilege of getting my boot instead. You’re not worth my blade. ❞ 

              They’re only joking and mean no harm by it, though if Cayde wants to stir the pot, they’ll gladly give him the right spoon to do it. 

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There's the shifting of armour, rattle of Exo plating; Cayde places a hand over his heart as he keels slightly over the table. He digs his abdomen into the top, mimicking the hysterics of a man bleeding out on the field at the verbal daggers thrown at him. He's so dramatic.

ᴄ ——— ❝ Ouch ... my heart. ❞ the Vanguard moans, slamming his palm against some loose cutlery as he slowly descends, ❝ You really know how to kill a man. Talk about equity, a boot ? ❞ He makes sure his voice is oozed with silk caught on the gruffness of a thorn in his throat, scoffing.

You could argue that he does deserve it, though. Cayde had been shirking duties ( as per usual ), &. needs a good kick up the backside for it. Who lets him get away with this stuff ?

Though, despite the instigation, Cayde is wistful as he pulls himself back up, leaning forward in a 90 degree angle. His elbows poise him upwards as he cradles his chin, looking into Sao's eyes. ❝ Can't you give a man even one blade to the back, sweetheart ? ❞

Sweetheart. Okay, so he's playing that game now.

He watches their face, giving the Exo equivalent of puppy dog eyes as he pretends to be swept completely off his feet by the sight of the Warlock. ( Cayde-6 ? In love with anyone but a Hunter ? Now that's a cracker of a joke. )

Of course, this is all just a game to him right now. If he has an opportunity to cause trouble, he'll take it, &. seize it for all to see. In one way, Cayde will always come out on top in his own eyes—so long as he gets what he wants.

#ﾞ ᴄ ——— ❝ Never trust a man with a sword, ❞ Cayde-6 muses as he leans on the table opposite to Sao, ❝ that’s what I always say. ❞

It’s funny he says that, considering he has many friends skilled with the blade. In fact, there was a time where Shaxx enjoyed the clash of a swordfight, though Cayde hadn’t been eager to join. What’s a sword to a knife ? He’d be defeated &. forced to work off another bet.

In all reality, the Hunter Vanguard is just saying this to stir the pot with the other. He’s friends with Dawnblades, his Hunters love to use Eager Edge swords to ruin someone’s day. So does he. He shoots a finger gun at them, grinning widely like a boasting dog as he continues.

❝ Why ? Because you never know how bloodied the hand holding that blade is. &. also they probably like to stab a LOT more than me. ❞

That’s natural. Hunter blood, in fact.

Back nearby ? Stab it. Even if it’s the one closest to you. At least, that’s the life Cayde has lived.

There’s no need to be such a downer about it though. Cayde closes his optics, ❝ I mean, you get what I mean, right kid ? ❞

@stcrmcalling completed the interest tracker !