Xerxes Break | Dominic Sorel | 041

[charientisms]

[It's Christmas-time once again and Break has no idea why they're still here and why they're still celebrating this inane holiday--or, well, he'd like to believe that, since this time he actually went out of his way to get a gift for a certain person who he has acknowledged is more than just a simple pawn.

But acknowledging that once again in the form of a gift...well, at least it's a rather obscure acknowledgement. And Break didn't want to deliver it in person, and so--Dominic gets the gift on his doorstep, with a neat note scrawled with the words, "Merry Christmas, is that not how the saying goes?" and without a single name.

Still, with the fancy chess set inside, it should be obvious enough who delivered it.]

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[defector]

Well, there's that as well, I suppose... but that's not it.

He had a special division in the military that I was a part of. The normal military uniform is black, but the uniform of his division was...

[yeah.]

[charientisms]

[...huh.

Break tilts his head at that, picking up a black pawn to toy with it in his fingers--making it disappear, and then reappear, as if the magic trick is a subconscious tick as he thinks.]

...Rather fond of the color, wasn't he? And arrogant as well, I'd imagine, to make a uniform such as that such an easily stained color.

[defector]

... Funny thing about that. I do recall him at one point telling his soldiers to stain their uniforms with blood.

He was rather fond of theatrics.

[and yet somehow warning signals never went off in Dominic's head, whoops.]

[charientisms]

[...]

I suppose it hardly mattered if it was their blood or the blood of their enemies, in that case.

Hmm~

How deplorable!

[but it's said so cheerfully, of course.]