The stump of one hand shoved into the pocket of his oversized coat, he doesn't know what possessed him to step onto this balcony to smoke his cigar. He should have gone to the one that faced the other direction, given what was visible straight ahead, but perhaps he wanted to feel anger as if the ghost of what was not there, fingers that could not twitch was not enough of a reminder. He sneered at the newcomer, an instinctive response at being addressed at all.
He pulled a cigar out from his pocket, and placed it between his teeth. Then came the cutter, same hand, he clipped it, and slipped the cutter back in, before he pulled his hand back out, and placed a finger to the end of the cigar. It burst alight, and he took a long pull of it, and took his time with it. It's only after he pulled it from his teeth, and blew a large ring of smoke into the air, before he turned his attention back to the eyesore hovering over the treeline. ]
Oh, That.
[ That. With a punctuated consonant at the end. ]
That delightful little eyesore is courtesy of one of our enemies. She'll probably say that she didn't consider it, but it's clearly a message. Look, we can establish something right on your borders, and you can't do anything about it.
[ Another long drag, and then: ] She says she's a god. [ It's not skepticism, though it could be mistaken for such. It's derision. ]
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The stump of one hand shoved into the pocket of his oversized coat, he doesn't know what possessed him to step onto this balcony to smoke his cigar. He should have gone to the one that faced the other direction, given what was visible straight ahead, but perhaps he wanted to feel anger as if the ghost of what was not there, fingers that could not twitch was not enough of a reminder. He sneered at the newcomer, an instinctive response at being addressed at all.
He pulled a cigar out from his pocket, and placed it between his teeth. Then came the cutter, same hand, he clipped it, and slipped the cutter back in, before he pulled his hand back out, and placed a finger to the end of the cigar. It burst alight, and he took a long pull of it, and took his time with it. It's only after he pulled it from his teeth, and blew a large ring of smoke into the air, before he turned his attention back to the eyesore hovering over the treeline. ]
Oh, That.
[ That. With a punctuated consonant at the end. ]
That delightful little eyesore is courtesy of one of our enemies. She'll probably say that she didn't consider it, but it's clearly a message. Look, we can establish something right on your borders, and you can't do anything about it.
[ Another long drag, and then: ] She says she's a god. [ It's not skepticism, though it could be mistaken for such. It's derision. ]