Dulcet and Duplicitous - Part 10
{A/N: Batt is back baby! That is all.}
Baptist found himself drawn to Geoff in an odd way. He reminded him of his father. A downright untidy version of his father. But the gruffness, the warmth in his eyes, it was all the same.
“So, you’re me master now,” he had said once they had walked a day or so past the forest line. There was no animosity, but that didn’t surprise Batt, since Geoff never seemed to be a man who held grudges. He had always been kind to the slave and acted as a mediator for the rest - especially when Rudolf and Kaifin would be at each other’s throats for one reason or the next.
Still, the comment sounded like something Batt would only dream of - and by dream, he did not mean something he wondered wistfully about, but rather something he knew would only come about in a state of illogical pondering. Batt, Geoff’s master.
He turned to the massive man.
“How old are you?”