𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦? can he see the confusion in his eyes when he hears him speak a word he doesn’t quite understand and isn’t sure whether he’s supposed to? for all he knows, russell could be calling him a leprechaun… he takes a step back, irritation clear in his form. ‘ i don’t speak spanish, god damn it! ’ he’s glancing over russell with frustration, chest puffed out with pride. ‘ why the hell would i invite you in? so ya can mind-fuck me like all the others? no! i ain’t havin’ it. ’
tongue clicks , chiding in response : drawn up comparison to the spirit of stupidity sound after all . ❛ i s’pose y’leave me no choice , then . ❜ fingers a guide in established eye contact , unnecessary flair ––––––– but then , the former king always did enjoy dramatics . glamouring a mere consequence of human stubbornness , a mere annoyance batted away with flutter of lashes . ❛ now , let’s give that another go . invite me in , mister stackhouse . ❜