[Dean laughs this, because he isn't truly meant to believe that crap about motes on the wind and air currents; other people are, but he doesn't, because he does know the truth of it. The Marquis is just a man, but Dean will never tell. He will keep this secret just between the two of them, a man with a name but no sense of self, a man in control of himself with no name. He will take it to his grave and beyond.
Dean is comfortable holding the knife, as it were; even with people he loves on the other end of it, he knows he will not plunge it home. It's not in him to violate trust in that way. If he is asked, if he is invited, he will not waver. If he is entrusted, he will not falter. This is where his most basic confidence lies. This is where he is the man everyone thinks he is.
He tosses the bottle of beer to de Carabas, and wrinkles his nose.] Just this once. [Except always: always he will give it to him, no debt attached, not for a while now. Not for this.
There are other debts he could name, he could ask, but he won't. Instead he pops the top off his own with a practiced motion of his fingers and his ring, tosses the cap at the trashcan, and looks down at the froth that builds up under the release of pressure.]
You'll be more of a badass than ever, now. Back to life again, no tricks up the sleeves this time.
[ Spam ]
[Dean laughs this, because he isn't truly meant to believe that crap about motes on the wind and air currents; other people are, but he doesn't, because he does know the truth of it. The Marquis is just a man, but Dean will never tell. He will keep this secret just between the two of them, a man with a name but no sense of self, a man in control of himself with no name. He will take it to his grave and beyond.
Dean is comfortable holding the knife, as it were; even with people he loves on the other end of it, he knows he will not plunge it home. It's not in him to violate trust in that way. If he is asked, if he is invited, he will not waver. If he is entrusted, he will not falter. This is where his most basic confidence lies. This is where he is the man everyone thinks he is.
He tosses the bottle of beer to de Carabas, and wrinkles his nose.] Just this once. [Except always: always he will give it to him, no debt attached, not for a while now. Not for this.
There are other debts he could name, he could ask, but he won't. Instead he pops the top off his own with a practiced motion of his fingers and his ring, tosses the cap at the trashcan, and looks down at the froth that builds up under the release of pressure.]
You'll be more of a badass than ever, now. Back to life again, no tricks up the sleeves this time.