Fitz starts at the sound of Vayan's name -- not badly, not too visibly, but with those red eyes this close to him of course the slightest twitch is magnified, anything visible is too visible, and some small part of him realizes right there that he's dead.
But he can't listen to that feeling. He won't. He's had it before, and it's always been wrong up till now, right? He can still get out of this.
(He's got to believe that.)
"-- Wells came in asking again, okay, yeah. But he knew Vayan's name already and he said he'd met him, and -- I didn't tell him anything to do with your place, not word one, got it?"
The defensiveness is starting to sound more like proper indignation, which is good -- indignation is the province of people who've been wronged, not people who've done wrong. Fitz grasps at that, pulls it closer. "Seriously, are you just here looking for somebody to blame because a couple of nutjob vamps crashed your party?"
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Date: 2009-04-14 09:14 pm (UTC)But he can't listen to that feeling. He won't. He's had it before, and it's always been wrong up till now, right? He can still get out of this.
(He's got to believe that.)
"-- Wells came in asking again, okay, yeah. But he knew Vayan's name already and he said he'd met him, and -- I didn't tell him anything to do with your place, not word one, got it?"
The defensiveness is starting to sound more like proper indignation, which is good -- indignation is the province of people who've been wronged, not people who've done wrong. Fitz grasps at that, pulls it closer. "Seriously, are you just here looking for somebody to blame because a couple of nutjob vamps crashed your party?"