These Shadows [Lang]

[Lang Na]

Lang's nails dug into the table as Vaet spat out his words, and he made no effort to argue. Rather, he put more concentration into pointedly looking away, nonchalant and unfazed. What Vaet said could've hurt more, if they weren't things he had come to terms with already. Don't worry. I will. Quite literally, in fact. The irony of that almost amused him, and a small hint of a wry smile made itself evident on his face. Unfortunately, to anyone else, it probably looked mocking.

"If you're done here," he said, an obvious 'Excuse yourself'. Lang waved at the door. "I have more important matters to tend to than your childish tantrum."

[Vaet Qou]

Vaet gave Lang a glance over, examining him as though he was an insect. It was a look meant to belittle anyone before him, but it had only appeared because the Warrior was hurting. Now that the argument was rolling down, he could feel the throbbing tickling at his nerves. It would like he could feel the blood pouring out of him, and his eyes fluttered at the light headedness he experienced. The contrast in Vaet’s face was subtle, but he had paled under the circumstances. From the ruler himself, he had heard the command. The friend inside of him -- the friend that was dying -- wanted to stay.

At last, he was silenced. Vaet gave a curteous nod of his eyes, but his eyes remained in a frigid glare. Turning to the direction of the door, he folded his arms upward toward his chest. He had placed his hands into the edge of his nice shirt, stopping any further bleeding. Still, it hurt and it was such a pain that was neither physical or mental.

He continued forward, eyes focused else where, as he made his way to dismiss himself.