The sound is...sharp. His expression still doesn't change yet, and he doesn't look around the room - not even as another bolt of fabric throws itself to the ground. He takes a step forward, and his movements are angular, graceful.
The candles in the room shudder, and then go out. Alfred doesn't react to this, either, just...slowly advancing towards Herbert. A ticking bomb, moments from going off.
"Do you think so?"
Alfred would never hurt Herbert, not really. Not even now, so his hands remain at his sides as he comes closer, closer, knuckles white and eyes blazing.
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The sound is...sharp. His expression still doesn't change yet, and he doesn't look around the room - not even as another bolt of fabric throws itself to the ground. He takes a step forward, and his movements are angular, graceful.
The candles in the room shudder, and then go out. Alfred doesn't react to this, either, just...slowly advancing towards Herbert. A ticking bomb, moments from going off.
"Do you think so?"
Alfred would never hurt Herbert, not really. Not even now, so his hands remain at his sides as he comes closer, closer, knuckles white and eyes blazing.
He's furious.