There's something about that. There's something about the way Arkady talks about Ashley that seems desperately at odds with the way Ashley has presented things. Ashley has seemed bitter and certainly seems jealous enough of Ereuvir's time that he can imagine him killing someone for someone else's attention easily, the earlier phrasing hardly making an impact at all. But Ashley's also been ready and easy to bed, easy to speak of devotion, and Arkady... is less so. He wonders about what their relationship really is, but also he knows that death changes people-- knowing that your story, such as it was, was over and this was what was beyond... it was enough to make someone make different decisions, certainly.
Still... something doesn't fully sit right and it makes him feel more like an interloper than either a curious deity or an interested lover.
"There are different kinds of beauty," he says, simply, to part of the first, though he can't help the way his lips twist at the word wicked, "A ghost, though?" he raises an eyebrow slightly, "You speak of him with so fond a tone, but you wish him trapped in half-death and call him wicked. An odd brother." There's no judgement, though. He had said much the same to Ashley.
He is fairly certain, now, what he wants to do, but there's one more matter to attend to, along with the answers and reactions to what he has already said,
"Did you know he was dead, when you chose to rise from the grave?" it's the first question he's asked that's seemed more than idle curiosity, a bit sharper.
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There's something about that. There's something about the way Arkady talks about Ashley that seems desperately at odds with the way Ashley has presented things. Ashley has seemed bitter and certainly seems jealous enough of Ereuvir's time that he can imagine him killing someone for someone else's attention easily, the earlier phrasing hardly making an impact at all. But Ashley's also been ready and easy to bed, easy to speak of devotion, and Arkady... is less so. He wonders about what their relationship really is, but also he knows that death changes people-- knowing that your story, such as it was, was over and this was what was beyond... it was enough to make someone make different decisions, certainly.
Still... something doesn't fully sit right and it makes him feel more like an interloper than either a curious deity or an interested lover.
"There are different kinds of beauty," he says, simply, to part of the first, though he can't help the way his lips twist at the word wicked, "A ghost, though?" he raises an eyebrow slightly, "You speak of him with so fond a tone, but you wish him trapped in half-death and call him wicked. An odd brother." There's no judgement, though. He had said much the same to Ashley.
He is fairly certain, now, what he wants to do, but there's one more matter to attend to, along with the answers and reactions to what he has already said,
"Did you know he was dead, when you chose to rise from the grave?" it's the first question he's asked that's seemed more than idle curiosity, a bit sharper.