forum Choose your character! (1/1)

Started April 07, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Rodya stares at him, “Stop lying to my face, Chryses. I’m a courtier, and a damn good one at that. I know when someone lies to my face.”

Chrys rolls his eyes. “Get off of my property.” He starts closing the doors.

Rodya huffs, sticking his foot in the doorway, “I just wanna know how you know that nickname. . .” He mutters, “I don’t tell it to anyone, and I know I didn’t tell it to you because of that. It’s not something I let roll off my tongue when I’ve just met someon.”

Chrys sighs, “Fine…I got bored…and I started digging…I wanted to know more about you.” Ok…better lie…

Rodya tilts his head, “MY dead mother and my sister are the onlyones who know it, or even of it.” Besides my ex-lover— but he can’t know about that, can her? No one had known about Leo “Did you make a trip to North Russian and back in three days?”

Chrys rolls his eyes. “I asked a few of my servants.”

“And how the hell would they know?” Rodya was keeping a mask or confusion on his face, controlling himself perfectly, “What, are they immigrants from Russia, who happened to have worked for my mother or sister?”

Chrys nods. “yes actually.”

Rodya raises an eyebrow, listes of names rolling through his head but he silenced the thought’s quickly, as he learned to do when seeking something. For of habit and his father;s superstitions, “Who? I want to see them. I was often quite close with our servants, either they watched me as a boy, or I played with them.”

Chrys shakes his head, “She’s not working today. It’s her day off.”

Rodya huffs, “What’s her name?” He tilts his head slightly.

Chrys digs through Rodya’s mind, then sighs. “Eva.”

Rodya frowns, “She died in a freak horse accident when I was a kid.”

. . . You messed up- XDD

XD

Chrys sighs, “Get off my property.”

“Sourpuss. . .” He mutters.

Chrys huffs, “Leave now…please.”

Rodya shakes his head, “No.” He crosses his arms.

Chrys narrows his eyes, then stands up straight. “What do you want?”

“I want the truth, Chryses.”

Chrys sighs, “I am speaking the truth.”

“You are not.” He grumbles.

Chrys taps the wooden door. “Guess. And I’ll confirm or deny.”

“Just tell me, Chryses.”

Chrys shakes his head. “No. Either you guess, or get off my property.”

Rodya huffs, “Look, I know it’s something outlandish that’s I’ll never guess.” He leans against the door frame, his arms still crossed, “Or that I think are too stupid for me to guess.”