"We are certain that you will be an upstanding servant of the Alliance, Gabriel," he murmurs, and if there's something a little chilling behind his we and behind the word servant...his manner is flawless, and the arrogance nothing more than that which is customary for Nicholas Rosse.
Nicholas Rosse, whose official networks cover the Core and whose unofficial influence cobwebs all the way out to the Rim.
Nicholas Rosse, whose name carries a lot of weight for a construct that signifies, in the end, nothing true at all.
Nicholas Rosse, whose brown eyes dance as he looks back at Crowley; at and through in a way that renders the sunglasses nothing more than vanity.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
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"We are certain that you will be an upstanding servant of the Alliance, Gabriel," he murmurs, and if there's something a little chilling behind his we and behind the word servant...his manner is flawless, and the arrogance nothing more than that which is customary for Nicholas Rosse.
Nicholas Rosse, whose official networks cover the Core and whose unofficial influence cobwebs all the way out to the Rim.
Nicholas Rosse, whose name carries a lot of weight for a construct that signifies, in the end, nothing true at all.
Nicholas Rosse, whose brown eyes dance as he looks back at Crowley; at and through in a way that renders the sunglasses nothing more than vanity.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting anything important."