He and Skulduggery were the only ones standing. Skulduggery at least had the wall to lean against - although, for his part, he seemed incapable of being surprised. For all Erskine knew, the skeleton realised Dexter's presence long before now and was just waiting for whatever the Adept had planned. He barely flinched. Neither did Erskine, but that was more because of his muscles slowly forgetting how to work. Or how to keep him upright against the desk. Erskine could feel himself slowly sliding off of the edge, and he did nothing to try and stop it.
They hadn't seen Dexter for years. Decades. Not since, what, six or seven Requiem Balls ago? He'd still been Rue at the time. Taking a break from traveling, he said. They'd all known the truth, but they hadn't stopped him.
And now he was back, sprawled comfortably in a chair in the Grand Mage's office, pleasantly sarcastic and acting like nothing had changed?
Of course he was. Erskine grinned. Of course he was. The Elemental caught himself on the edge of the desk before he fell off it completely. "Not when I'm through with the old man's home," he quipped back. "What about you? Seems to me you've skipped right past the maturing stage and started letting yourself go already. Can't even iron your own suits anymore?" He tsked right back at Dexter, in the exact same manner, eyes bright and tone teasing. "For shame."
In truth, he looked good. He always looked better as Dexter Vex than he did as Saracen Rue.
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He and Skulduggery were the only ones standing. Skulduggery at least had the wall to lean against - although, for his part, he seemed incapable of being surprised. For all Erskine knew, the skeleton realised Dexter's presence long before now and was just waiting for whatever the Adept had planned. He barely flinched. Neither did Erskine, but that was more because of his muscles slowly forgetting how to work. Or how to keep him upright against the desk. Erskine could feel himself slowly sliding off of the edge, and he did nothing to try and stop it.
They hadn't seen Dexter for years. Decades. Not since, what, six or seven Requiem Balls ago? He'd still been Rue at the time. Taking a break from traveling, he said. They'd all known the truth, but they hadn't stopped him.
And now he was back, sprawled comfortably in a chair in the Grand Mage's office, pleasantly sarcastic and acting like nothing had changed?
Of course he was. Erskine grinned. Of course he was. The Elemental caught himself on the edge of the desk before he fell off it completely. "Not when I'm through with the old man's home," he quipped back. "What about you? Seems to me you've skipped right past the maturing stage and started letting yourself go already. Can't even iron your own suits anymore?" He tsked right back at Dexter, in the exact same manner, eyes bright and tone teasing. "For shame."
In truth, he looked good. He always looked better as Dexter Vex than he did as Saracen Rue.