Harrowheart huffs disappointedly and puts a hand on his hip when he hears the rumors. "Shoot, I already know I'm full of shadow and rage, that's what bein' a death knight's all about. Tell me somethin' I don't know. I wanted to hear some good rumors! Some fake stories! Some scary lies! Now I'm gonna have to go tell the Nyströms somethin' fake and spooky about me, get folks thinkin' I'll curse 'em with a glance or steal their firstborn if they fall asleep in my line of sight or somethin'." He mutters another disappointed 'shoot' with a shake of his head.
But that next question brings his attention immediately back to reality, and seriously so. And still, he can't help his first reaction to be an incredulous little scoff-laugh. Is this guy for real? He searches the vampire's face for a second or two before he realizes that, yes, he is.
"Why do you go to fancy parties? Why do you stand around drinkin' wine makin' conversation with strange undead? 'Cause it's fun, right?" Maybe not, but Harrowheart isn't a man of great schemes or social machinations. He's not yet accustomed to people attending parties with people they hate just to get in on the 'know' and curry favor with powerful people they don't care at all about.
"The livin' are fun in all sortsa ways," he says, perhaps the most cheerful now than he has been all night. "Everything you do is new and excitin' to them. They'll riddle over you, they'll wanna know all about you. You can offend 'em with jokes about death, and you can surprise 'em with just a little kindness. They get curious, and the more they learn, they start to get attached. They think you're real special when they learn to be your friend. They'll stand up for you to other breathers when you can't stand up for yourself. And for the ones you don't like?..." A greasy grin spreads across his face and he says, "Well, it's a whole lotta fun scarin' the shit out of 'em. The only ones you really gotta avoid are the ones who don't like you and ain't scared of you. Otherwise, they're a real hoot."
He leans in slightly, curious and somehow sympathetic. There might even be a hint of pity in the tilt of his eyebrows and the pinch of his confused smile. "You really ain't got any breather buddies? Then you gotta know other undead, right? You don't live all alone all the time, do you?..."
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Date: 2017-08-17 03:36 pm (UTC)But that next question brings his attention immediately back to reality, and seriously so. And still, he can't help his first reaction to be an incredulous little scoff-laugh. Is this guy for real? He searches the vampire's face for a second or two before he realizes that, yes, he is.
"Why do you go to fancy parties? Why do you stand around drinkin' wine makin' conversation with strange undead? 'Cause it's fun, right?" Maybe not, but Harrowheart isn't a man of great schemes or social machinations. He's not yet accustomed to people attending parties with people they hate just to get in on the 'know' and curry favor with powerful people they don't care at all about.
"The livin' are fun in all sortsa ways," he says, perhaps the most cheerful now than he has been all night. "Everything you do is new and excitin' to them. They'll riddle over you, they'll wanna know all about you. You can offend 'em with jokes about death, and you can surprise 'em with just a little kindness. They get curious, and the more they learn, they start to get attached. They think you're real special when they learn to be your friend. They'll stand up for you to other breathers when you can't stand up for yourself. And for the ones you don't like?..." A greasy grin spreads across his face and he says, "Well, it's a whole lotta fun scarin' the shit out of 'em. The only ones you really gotta avoid are the ones who don't like you and ain't scared of you. Otherwise, they're a real hoot."
He leans in slightly, curious and somehow sympathetic. There might even be a hint of pity in the tilt of his eyebrows and the pinch of his confused smile. "You really ain't got any breather buddies? Then you gotta know other undead, right? You don't live all alone all the time, do you?..."