[Vehiron doesn't have a problem with spying on his fellow Magisters. He doesn't have much of a problem with anything, actually, except maybe for boxes, or closets or cramped spaces and heights, and, of course, when people look at him All Wrong.
And Adrasteius always does: judges and pushes him, threatens to ruin his fun or lock him up somewhere cramped enough to make his skin itch. It's frustrating, and irritating, and turns his thoughts darker than he means for them to be.
--well, that's not true. They're as dark as always, it just pushes him to act on them, instead.
It's just around sunset that he slinks off to the gardens just outside of Murder Row, hoping to catch sight of Adrasteius meditating after a long day of stale bureaucratic banter.]
I KNOW YOU TOO WELL
And Adrasteius always does: judges and pushes him, threatens to ruin his fun or lock him up somewhere cramped enough to make his skin itch. It's frustrating, and irritating, and turns his thoughts darker than he means for them to be.
--well, that's not true. They're as dark as always, it just pushes him to act on them, instead.
It's just around sunset that he slinks off to the gardens just outside of Murder Row, hoping to catch sight of Adrasteius meditating after a long day of stale bureaucratic banter.]