[ Though he can predict Laurent will dismiss the pass of wine, so while Damianos makes it clear the drink is available, he does not bother offering a goblet to the prince. Laurent rolls his wrist to send it away, perhaps a polite front, as Damen reaches passed him to hand drink to a thirsty Hero, but as he does so, his whole body is tuned to Laurent's presence.
His dark eyes come to the prince. His pale skin flushed with the warmth of a crowd and marked with dirt and residual blood. The weapon of his crown is missing and there is mud dried into his golden hair. This celebration was so impromptu that many of them are still half in what passes as armor. Damianos discarded his jacket some time ago, the article destroyed beyond salvaging, and so stands bare chested amidst the revelry and equally a mess.
Probably Laurent is headed for the baths. Damianos is belatedly aware of his own state of dishevelment as a result, but cannot find it in himself to be embarrassed. ]
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His dark eyes come to the prince. His pale skin flushed with the warmth of a crowd and marked with dirt and residual blood. The weapon of his crown is missing and there is mud dried into his golden hair. This celebration was so impromptu that many of them are still half in what passes as armor. Damianos discarded his jacket some time ago, the article destroyed beyond salvaging, and so stands bare chested amidst the revelry and equally a mess.
Probably Laurent is headed for the baths. Damianos is belatedly aware of his own state of dishevelment as a result, but cannot find it in himself to be embarrassed. ]
A battle well won is worth the celebration.