[Dualscar is aware of the other trolls watching them, combing over them with their eyes, and knows what is expected of him. He lifts his upper lip in a sneer, behaving like the highest of highbloods, and reaches down. In his heart, he apologizes profusely as he roughly scoops Psii up, tossing him over his shoulder like a piece of meat. He has to make it look good for the other highbloods, has to make it look violent and degrading, but the hand that rises to the small of Psii’s back to keep him in place is gentle and caressing, apologetic.]
Until wwe meet again!
[He turns on his heel, moving so his cape billows out behind him, and strides away, lugging Psii with him.]
[As soon as he’s on his ship—a smaller vessel, one he’s capable of manning on his own—he sets Psii down, carefully and tenderly.]
Just until wwe’re out of sight…
[Then he turns to steer, turning The Condesce’s Wrath into the waves and aiming her towards his hive. Towards their hive.]
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Until wwe meet again!
[He turns on his heel, moving so his cape billows out behind him, and strides away, lugging Psii with him.]
[As soon as he’s on his ship—a smaller vessel, one he’s capable of manning on his own—he sets Psii down, carefully and tenderly.]
Just until wwe’re out of sight…
[Then he turns to steer, turning The Condesce’s Wrath into the waves and aiming her towards his hive. Towards their hive.]