Black Morass iii. jupiter

thantos steps forward. he keeps his gaze lowered, only glancing up enough to meet theissor’s eyes briefly. and when he does so, he cannot choke down the smirk that grows like mold on his face.

you called, praetor. he manages to voice the words with no complications; such as a laugh.

he stands quietly, waiting for instruction. the unfortunate part of his ten step plan in convincing ione to give up this reverend mother act was playing the part of subservient soldier.

theissor spoke—thantos listens. simple.