the legate pauses, trying to think of the proper way to ask anything at all. he usually isn’t at such a loss.

“how did you get here?” it’s sharp — his voice usually is. “i did not call for you.”

he knows it doesn’t. he’d probably be barking orders at him to leave had it not been for their immediate proximity to other legionnaires — not when he would be forced to show mercy.

when they’re put together to watch over troops, he can’t.

through his mask, lanius stares daggers at the other man. to be fair, this is not abnormal. the legate does not exactly have the gentlest of gazes in the first place.

he hopes the silence makes joshua uncomfortable enough. deep down,

( you cannot see his eyes, but it’s obvious. )

independent portrayal of legate lanius. mdni. non lewd. penned by lee.