(no subject)
It's been a while since Zechs has ended up in the bar, but then, his life has been anything but calm or the past year or so. There have been too many things for him to do that require every scrap of his attention, to suffer any sort of distraction or interruption. There's a price to pay, he's learned, for having so many roles that he has to fulfill simultaneously. Law officer, administrator, prince, spy, rule-breaker. Traitor, to his own country and the entire world, for the secrets he keeps.
But that's nothing new.
The past three or four months, though, have been as close to heaven as he suspects a blood-stained soldier like him can get. And his latest role is far more pleasant than the multitude of others have been lately, even if it's been a publicity nightmare keeping the media - and thus the world at large - in the dark as to the reason for his sudden and prolonged good mood.
Now he's getting his first chance in a long time to relax in the bar for a while, and is obviously enjoying it. A good vintage, a book, a sofa, and a look on his face like a cat in a creamery. And for once, not a scrap of official paperwork in sight.
But that's nothing new.
The past three or four months, though, have been as close to heaven as he suspects a blood-stained soldier like him can get. And his latest role is far more pleasant than the multitude of others have been lately, even if it's been a publicity nightmare keeping the media - and thus the world at large - in the dark as to the reason for his sudden and prolonged good mood.
Now he's getting his first chance in a long time to relax in the bar for a while, and is obviously enjoying it. A good vintage, a book, a sofa, and a look on his face like a cat in a creamery. And for once, not a scrap of official paperwork in sight.