[ There's no derision--or, at least, no more derision than Kashire usually has for anyone. It's really either luck or council-based immunity that kept him out of Whisperfangs, especially after his perhaps less-than-secret conscious uncoupling with a certain member of the Black Court. Lockwood might even notice that his eyes are as sapphire as they ought to be--which is to say, lacking the black flecks that once marked them.
Or maybe she just took pity on him after he lost his novice.
Still, as ever, Kashire is perfectly put together in every way. Not a bit of silk out of place, his nails painted in blue and decorated as if adorned with icicles for the season. If he had indeed been sleeping with anyone, he'd done a very fine job of putting himself back together. ]
Meanwhile, I suppose you've been having a tryst with the books?
[ There's something fond about it. Why, for someone who knew him, it might sound alarming like "It's good to see you back." ]
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[ There's no derision--or, at least, no more derision than Kashire usually has for anyone. It's really either luck or council-based immunity that kept him out of Whisperfangs, especially after his perhaps less-than-secret conscious uncoupling with a certain member of the Black Court. Lockwood might even notice that his eyes are as sapphire as they ought to be--which is to say, lacking the black flecks that once marked them.
Or maybe she just took pity on him after he lost his novice.
Still, as ever, Kashire is perfectly put together in every way. Not a bit of silk out of place, his nails painted in blue and decorated as if adorned with icicles for the season. If he had indeed been sleeping with anyone, he'd done a very fine job of putting himself back together. ]
Meanwhile, I suppose you've been having a tryst with the books?
[ There's something fond about it. Why, for someone who knew him, it might sound alarming like "It's good to see you back." ]