— I'm not here looking for absolution —
Stave has never been one for many words. he has never fancied himself anything of a diplomat or the sort so he feels no pressure to carry the conversation. When the shadow Queen approaches, his lips quirk just slightly in the corner and he leans into the touch, closing his eyes briefly as he feels that sensation of cold run across his star-lit flesh; a strange feeling when closeness usually brought warmth, but he preferred it.
His depthless eyes then flick back to the newcomer and he studies her.
He doesn’t acknowledge her name or react when she states her intentions, although he appreciates that she is blunt and straightforward. He cannot imagine anything more dull than watching her attempt to lie to Anaxarete. It would have been such a pointless endeavor, although amusing in its own right.
Still, the best diplomatic meetings were ones that ended quickly.
Or violently, he thinks with a shiver of pleasure, but the thought never rises to his features.
It is only when his name is said that he perks again, brightening at the thought of it. His lips spread into the semblance of a smile, although it is more of a caricature than anything, bleeding and cold.
“I would love to visit,” he says just as he pulls the bones of a recently deceased snake from the ground. It breaks the top of the soil and winds around his leg, coming to rest near his shoulder.
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