Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150314234035

Perdix's own words to Hist hit him now. It wouldn't work. How could it? He was the bastard son of a prostitute and a baker. Not only was he so vehemently inferior to Valkyrie, he was also the most wanted criminal in the world. The fact that she even considered him was amazing. She was too good for him. Yet, at the moment, he forgot that. In fact, he was mildly furious. He felt slightly used.

"So, I'm, what?  Supposed to pretend like nothing's happening in front of them?" He nodded to the small squadron up ahead of them. "I'm not clothing you can pull on and off on a whim." ''Well, that was a shit metaphor. ''Perdix was little upset. For once he was easily readable. He looked conflicted, his brow furrowed, his face slightly skewed in anger. If she didn't want him that was fine (actually it wasn't, but Perdix understood) but he'd rather she make up her mind and not lead him along. It got harder not to touch her by the second. He'd done it so freely before but now it felt restricted.

He sighed, considering what she had just said. "That's not an answer, Valkyrie, but it's good enough for now." He didn't meet her eyes.

"I'm going to go on up ahead and check out the fort.  Call for me if you need anything." He sounded slightly bitter, but his stoic demeanor was returning, until his emotions were completely hidden. He whipping his horses reins and trotted ahead.