[ he doesn't take a breath, doesn't hiss as though she's just slipped in under his defenses and jabbed him with a short blade through the ribs, into his lungs. the question does just as much, because while the question is thinly veiled (what if i wanted something for myself?), Herc gets stuck on Chuck because that's what he's always done.
his gaze sweeps down from the faint city lights, and it betrays the sting her words pack. he rolls both shoulders, not in a shrug but as though he might release tension, or roll off the attack (however unintentional it may be). ]
Then he'd have t'quit while he was ahead.
[ Herc wouldn't see it as lacking; didn't think Raleigh was lacking when he'd left. people have their priorities— Herc knows his own are skewed. knows he'd carved out a destiny for Chuck when he'd dragged him into this war.
it was too late for himself. too late for his son. if Chuck ever wanted something for himself, it was to be better, to be the best, and they never spoke outloud of anything else he may desire. ]
( i x : d 1 : late night )
his gaze sweeps down from the faint city lights, and it betrays the sting her words pack. he rolls both shoulders, not in a shrug but as though he might release tension, or roll off the attack (however unintentional it may be). ]
Then he'd have t'quit while he was ahead.
[ Herc wouldn't see it as lacking; didn't think Raleigh was lacking when he'd left. people have their priorities— Herc knows his own are skewed. knows he'd carved out a destiny for Chuck when he'd dragged him into this war.
it was too late for himself. too late for his son. if Chuck ever wanted something for himself, it was to be better, to be the best, and they never spoke outloud of anything else he may desire. ]