"They've..." done exactly what I asked them, Yuzuru wants to conclude, but he forces himself to stay silent, letting his expression slip into one of worry and unease. It's not hard to maintain, though, especially when he lets his gaze drop to the felled guardsman new the door. It would be nice if he could live, too...
But Yuzuru has more pressing concerns at the moment. His entire body is prickling with unease as the soldiers draw closer, his instincts screaming at him to fight back. He could do it, too, maybe even take down a few of them with him if he were vicious enough - but he's not supposed to be vicious. He's supposed to be a prince, better a fast talk and diplomacy than anything so dramatic as knifeplay and fist fights. He falters, then finally lowers his bow, easing on the tension but not dropping the weapon outright.
"Fine." He lets out a slow breath, like he's trying to relax - but his shoulders stay a little hunched and his gaze flicks over the surrounding soldiers uneasily. He doesn't like the tension in the air at all, and he likes the expression on the guards' faces even less. This isn't going to end well for him at all.
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But Yuzuru has more pressing concerns at the moment. His entire body is prickling with unease as the soldiers draw closer, his instincts screaming at him to fight back. He could do it, too, maybe even take down a few of them with him if he were vicious enough - but he's not supposed to be vicious. He's supposed to be a prince, better a fast talk and diplomacy than anything so dramatic as knifeplay and fist fights. He falters, then finally lowers his bow, easing on the tension but not dropping the weapon outright.
"Fine." He lets out a slow breath, like he's trying to relax - but his shoulders stay a little hunched and his gaze flicks over the surrounding soldiers uneasily. He doesn't like the tension in the air at all, and he likes the expression on the guards' faces even less. This isn't going to end well for him at all.