It feels pleasant, to be heard. To not be looked upon as someone looking to incite a disturbance, or second-guessed for his intentions. The man who stops him simply tells him to put the knife down ( he does, leaving it stark and shining against the plate of food, so that Amos can see he has willingly disarmed — ) and moves to handle the situation. A command in his voice, a reputation that carries him.
While he does follow, it is at a polite and watchful distance, if only to ensure that the two necking individuals go their separate ways. The vampire one way, their potential prey another — looking chagrined and thoroughly kinkshamed. Better that, Drizzt feels, than dead. Some might think that a vampire was only working in its nature, but in his experience... they oft killed, rather than spared. At the least, he could not function on "what ifs" and "could be's" when someone was in need.
The two part, and for now, it is enough. They may meet later. They may continue where they left off, but he cannot stand by and observe a threat without meeting it. Quietly, he waits for the man's attention to come back his way — to the small, violet-eyed elf with strong forearms and old, pale scars crossing his skin. His knuckles and fingers, his bare arms, the line of his throat and collarbones through the open-necked tunic. ]
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It feels pleasant, to be heard. To not be looked upon as someone looking to incite a disturbance, or second-guessed for his intentions. The man who stops him simply tells him to put the knife down ( he does, leaving it stark and shining against the plate of food, so that Amos can see he has willingly disarmed — ) and moves to handle the situation. A command in his voice, a reputation that carries him.
While he does follow, it is at a polite and watchful distance, if only to ensure that the two necking individuals go their separate ways. The vampire one way, their potential prey another — looking chagrined and thoroughly kinkshamed. Better that, Drizzt feels, than dead. Some might think that a vampire was only working in its nature, but in his experience... they oft killed, rather than spared. At the least, he could not function on "what ifs" and "could be's" when someone was in need.
The two part, and for now, it is enough. They may meet later. They may continue where they left off, but he cannot stand by and observe a threat without meeting it. Quietly, he waits for the man's attention to come back his way — to the small, violet-eyed elf with strong forearms and old, pale scars crossing his skin. His knuckles and fingers, his bare arms, the line of his throat and collarbones through the open-necked tunic. ]
Thank you, for stopping them.
[ For doing something. ]