As Bandi’s smile grew wider, it dawned on the norn just what he had done, and he could feel the color draining from his face. “W-Wait!”
“You mean there’s more?” The sleek little syvari’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Don’t!” Wester bellowed.
“I’m joking, of course I talked to Birna.” Bandi said cooly. “And Ingvil, and Marta, and Dagrun. You really tried to get away with marrying all of them? No wonder they wanna kill ya.”
Wester watched numbly as Bandi casually flicked one of the figurines, toppling the line of them like dominoes.
“You… talked to all of them…” Whatever color he had left was gone. He wasn’t shaking anymore.
“Ya even have kids, mate. Ya really should visit em more often.”
The norn wasn’t listening. He was defeated -slumped, lifeless and pale in his chair.
“Bandi.”
“Yes?”
“What do you want from me?”
There was a pause.
“What do I want?” The plant stopped smiling, his voice cool and calm. “I want this clear…”
He leaned in close, barely inches from Wester’s face, and the norn watched helplessly as Bandi’s face grew dark – eyes burning with a rage that filled the entire room. It was suffocating.
marrying all of them?? holy spirits, batman. Wester fucked uuuuup.
Right?
…I say as if I didn’t write him to fuck up.