Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
His face fell, just slightly, a momentary break of character as he shed his own jacket with a sigh. "You know I have utterly no room to talk, darling. But it is you that told me, we must embrace our present and let the past stay the past, yes? I hate to see that pain on your face," The last was a soft admission, as he drew a knife from the waistband of his pants, unsheathing it to show her.
"I'm not as unarmed as you would think. Don't go soft on me now, Calliope,"