[Fjord steps forward, hemming him in, if not with height then with presence, and something in Julian responds like a light in the dark. He melts back against the railing with a gentle kind of bonelessness, posture loose and invitingly open even as he lifts his chin, a subtle indication that he wouldn't mind one little bit if his new friend were to move in closer. The railing bites hard against his back as the waves roll underneath them, that firm pressure brightening something in him just as surely as the look on the half-orc's face, the lazy progress of half-lidded eyes over Julian's long form.
He's brought to mind of other ships, at other times, in other places. Of the kind of trouble he tends to seek out rather than try to evade. His silvery eye flutters briefly shut before moving to the other man's face, and the colour in his cheeks drops one shade deeper.]
If it's sins you like the sound of, my dear, then I assure you, you're in quite the right place to hear them.
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He's brought to mind of other ships, at other times, in other places. Of the kind of trouble he tends to seek out rather than try to evade. His silvery eye flutters briefly shut before moving to the other man's face, and the colour in his cheeks drops one shade deeper.]
If it's sins you like the sound of, my dear, then I assure you, you're in quite the right place to hear them.