[ Faust certainly isn't stupid. He's been burned by a Northern wizard before, but that had been when he was young and naive. This is different; he knows all too well how prideful and dangerous they can be.
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He curls his fingers around Owen's wrist. He doesn't think for a moment it's normal chocolate, because Owen wouldn't be so willing to share if it were. It's probably not poisoned, because Owen wants something here, and unlike Owen, Faust can actually turn to stone. ]
I don't need a hint.
[ Faust is a lot of things: His roots are in Central, obvious when he lets down those walls; he's Eastern in his desire for isolation, for his hatred of humans, for the self-loathing that runs so deep; but he's also prideful and refuses to back down when he's pushed, and maybe that'd come from the time he'd spent living and training there.
He locks eyes with Owen as he parts his lips and accepts the chocolate, tongue brushing against his bare fingers. ]
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He curls his fingers around Owen's wrist. He doesn't think for a moment it's normal chocolate, because Owen wouldn't be so willing to share if it were. It's probably not poisoned, because Owen wants something here, and unlike Owen, Faust can actually turn to stone. ]
I don't need a hint.
[ Faust is a lot of things: His roots are in Central, obvious when he lets down those walls; he's Eastern in his desire for isolation, for his hatred of humans, for the self-loathing that runs so deep; but he's also prideful and refuses to back down when he's pushed, and maybe that'd come from the time he'd spent living and training there.
He locks eyes with Owen as he parts his lips and accepts the chocolate, tongue brushing against his bare fingers. ]