His fingers find their way to the golden braid, like the pocket watch chain that used to drape across his waistcoat but absurd, and tugs on it. The idea of giving orders is sticking in his brain; the idea of giving Rama orders, of him just taking what he’s given in that signature bloody coat, is tempting. Very tempting.
“We could be even now,” he replies, flicking at one of the golden buttons. It opens slightly, ruining that pretty and perfect sight. “You know I’m well-practiced in giving orders, and you, currently, have an undone button.”
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Date: 2024-08-02 12:20 am (UTC)His fingers find their way to the golden braid, like the pocket watch chain that used to drape across his waistcoat but absurd, and tugs on it. The idea of giving orders is sticking in his brain; the idea of giving Rama orders, of him just taking what he’s given in that signature bloody coat, is tempting. Very tempting.
“We could be even now,” he replies, flicking at one of the golden buttons. It opens slightly, ruining that pretty and perfect sight. “You know I’m well-practiced in giving orders, and you, currently, have an undone button.”