Already trying to get a mention from Lady Whisperfangs? [ Lockwood teased back, before he artfully lifted their hands and dropped a feather soft, gallant kiss on the back of Bones' knuckles. There. That should set everybody tittering behind their hands.
Winking, Lockwood straightened and continued to lead the way out through the tall French doors. Once the soft embrace of the darkness of night wrapped them away from the prying eyes indoors, he gave Bones fingers a friendly squeeze before releasing his hand. Despite the display he'd laid on indoors, when eyes were off him Lockwood tended to retreat into the safety of a very well defined bubble of personal space.
The squeeze before he let go had been meant as a reminder that he does see Bones as a friend and the withdrawal wasn't personal. Tugging the white gloves off his hands, Lockwood tucked them into the nearly invisible pocket of his coat, walking until they were in a quiet, private bit of garden. It was a nice space, secluded -he'd used his vampire hearing to ensure they weren't at risk of stumbling across lovers using the space- with benches and a low stone wall.
Lockwood perched on the wall. ]
You may scold me. [ He begins, his smile something ... old and too tired for his youthful features. ] I was using thralls for sword practice. [ Even as he owns up to the fact, Lockwood raises a hand to forestall an explosion. ] I didn't stab, or try to kill them, just nicked them. [ Which, he understands, is a very razor thin distinction.
But this is (in his opinion) where Gold and Silver are linked in a way that the other courts avoid. Silver is where the humanity and compassion of the vampire is safely guarded, exposed in the tenderness towards thralls. Gold, as the politicos, have a duty to protect Silver from the inhuman brutality of the vampire nature.
Make no mistake, Lockwood isn't going to accept a scolding from a Silver novice, nor will he express regret. But Bones is a different matter, and even now Lockwood isn't expressing regret for what he'd done. He's simply accepting accountability. ]
Eden Woods and Elias Argent; Silver novice and youngblood respectively. They were both quick to take me to task for my indulgence. The latter was more diplomatic about it than the former, but both argued their point from a place of the heart.
You may grump and bark at them, but I suspect either or both, to be worth your time and attention.
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Winking, Lockwood straightened and continued to lead the way out through the tall French doors. Once the soft embrace of the darkness of night wrapped them away from the prying eyes indoors, he gave Bones fingers a friendly squeeze before releasing his hand. Despite the display he'd laid on indoors, when eyes were off him Lockwood tended to retreat into the safety of a very well defined bubble of personal space.
The squeeze before he let go had been meant as a reminder that he does see Bones as a friend and the withdrawal wasn't personal. Tugging the white gloves off his hands, Lockwood tucked them into the nearly invisible pocket of his coat, walking until they were in a quiet, private bit of garden. It was a nice space, secluded -he'd used his vampire hearing to ensure they weren't at risk of stumbling across lovers using the space- with benches and a low stone wall.
Lockwood perched on the wall. ]
You may scold me. [ He begins, his smile something ... old and too tired for his youthful features. ] I was using thralls for sword practice. [ Even as he owns up to the fact, Lockwood raises a hand to forestall an explosion. ] I didn't stab, or try to kill them, just nicked them. [ Which, he understands, is a very razor thin distinction.
But this is (in his opinion) where Gold and Silver are linked in a way that the other courts avoid. Silver is where the humanity and compassion of the vampire is safely guarded, exposed in the tenderness towards thralls. Gold, as the politicos, have a duty to protect Silver from the inhuman brutality of the vampire nature.
Make no mistake, Lockwood isn't going to accept a scolding from a Silver novice, nor will he express regret. But Bones is a different matter, and even now Lockwood isn't expressing regret for what he'd done. He's simply accepting accountability. ]
Eden Woods and Elias Argent; Silver novice and youngblood respectively. They were both quick to take me to task for my indulgence. The latter was more diplomatic about it than the former, but both argued their point from a place of the heart.
You may grump and bark at them, but I suspect either or both, to be worth your time and attention.