Like a shadow, Santiago slipped next to @ItinerantDevil on the forest trail. "Hello, hello~" he cooed as he waved for her attention. "Can I interest you in some tricks?"
@ItinerantDevil “Is it?” he grinned, reaching towards both her ears, one hand towards each. However, when he pulled them away, he looked (shocked) to find nothing.
“Hm. . . Is this your doing, young lady?” As if disappointed (though clearly playfully), he pulled some cards from his ear, ➸
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All they needed were three things.
A fireplace. A carpet. A warm blanket.
Farrington wakes up with a tiny headache. Her mind aching and throbbing ⇲
@AgrestaIAria back up. This would likely not be the only time they’d face this kind of struggle, but it set the tone and speed for where they were headed.
He would just keep close to Aedon, praying for the sake of his master.
“—Give that bag back, or I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 kill you.”
Santiago had (y/c) pressed up against a wall, with nowhere to run. At any moment, he was ready to slice the thief’s throat with his dagger, pressing it just gently against them.
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@AgrestaIAria Without another word but shared looks between them, Santiago whipped his reigns to get the horse to a running—any moment lingering in the water was sure to be an opening for their rivals underwater.
Though his eyes drifted to the bottom, he had to force himself to bring them ➸
He laughed, unable to contain his seriousness. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” he called after her, rushing to head to the upstairs kitchen.
“You’re gonna pull my arm off, sirenita!”
“If ever you need me, I’m at the tavern.”
Shifty, playful eyes.
“Unless you’re the local guard - I’ll be sure to be somewhere else if you plan to be there.”