[ ah. marduk doesn't do anything for a long while, actually, just stares at vanadi's hands, chewing on the corner of his lip. he feels like he should say something meaninful here, but any sort of explanation would take the entire night.
it's only temporary, anyway. he removes his belt and lays the still-sheathed sword across vanadi's hands, scabbard and all-- and pauses there, not letting go. if anything, his grip on the sword tightens; it's obvious that this is something he's loathe to do. ]
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it's only temporary, anyway. he removes his belt and lays the still-sheathed sword across vanadi's hands, scabbard and all-- and pauses there, not letting go. if anything, his grip on the sword tightens; it's obvious that this is something he's loathe to do. ]