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[ashoney]

OPEN RP POST;
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[ashoney]

[ Even now Sunday retreats into his pride, shielded by tattered wings and a broken crown, though they offer no real protection at all. It'd be funny, this former beacon of lawful virtue clinging to his own deadly sin for a scrap of dignity, but Aventurine is too aware of how painful it is to have each layer so carefully peeled away. There is a tired part of him that wishes he could simply delight in the misfortune of someone who'd so thoroughly wronged him, but the shape Sunday takes now is closer to knife than swordsman; responsible for a great many wrongs, but crafted by others' hands to serve that purpose.

Ngh. If only things were simpler, but they're all hell bent on staying in character until the theater burns down, it seems. Aventurine looks away when Sunday speaks, unsure of why he's chosen this moment, after everything, to fluff the truth. ]

You're an unconvincing liar, little bird.

[ There's a hint of amusement in his voice. It's what he leaves Sunday with, a soft drop of something close to sunshine, as the metal door swings open with a heavy, aching whine, and the Stoneheart of Stratagems leaves his tormentor behind to send a few messages and spin fate's wheel for all of them. ]