𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅.

⌜ тнe вαѕтαrd нeιr ⌟⠀- “ᴴᵉ ʷᶤˢʰᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡ ʰᶤˢ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰˢ ᶤᶰˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᵃᵛᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤˢ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰˢ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡ ʰᶤᵐˑ”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀‹ ѕoɴ oғ ѕαвreтooтн̶ ›

⠀► ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ
⠀► ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ
⠀⠀↳ ˣ⁻ᵐᵉᶰ ᵇᵃˢᵉᵈ
⠀► ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ᶠˡᵉˣᶤᵇˡᵉ
⠀► ᵃᵈᵘˡᵗ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉᶰᵗ
⠀⠀↳ ᵖᵒˢˢᶤᵇˡʸ ᵗʳᶤᵍᵍᵉʳˢ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❨https://t.co/lmZ8HqWNzU❩

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ people? Surely not -- yet, despite all odds, he feels that comfortable, that trusting, in her presence, to have a little fun.

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

Choosing to inject a little humour, tease and a nice escape, from the darker path their conversation could ultimately take, Salvatore wants to offer an escape. Even as they march, with a distinct and unflinching path, what better than taking a few breaks along the way, to ›

[‍ ‍ ‍⚘.⋆ 𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖐 ˚࿔ @HAGB0RNE]

after a moment her hand falls from her face, remembering how he had shown her his own beautiful mutations the night before.

“ that is a very sound bargain. ”

she nods, matter - of - fact. when he poses the playful question, an over - exaggerated gasp leaves her and she »

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ of her plans, that seemingly suffered a small issue. Nevertheless, he can't help glancing at the fae and admiring her, wanting to only ensure each moment lives on, far beyond this journey, ‶I look forward to testing your claims.ʺ

A playful wink, from this mutant, of all ›

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ with a more teasing undertone, as it's hopefully going to usher a more relaxing day for this pair.

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

Salvatore isn't judging or glancing upon them in disgust, no. The mutant quite likes her teeth, how they peek out and appear prominently as she speaks, even smiles, yet such appreciation is a silent one. Much alike the warmth he feels, every time hands delicately brush or ›

[��� ‍ ‍⚘.⋆ 𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖐 ˚࿔ @HAGB0RNE]

when she notices his glance at her teeth, her laughter doesn’t stop but she does raise a hand to cover her mouth —- self - conscious.

“ i have never had much of a reason to dance, truth be told. ”

a light shrug of thin shoulders, happy to keep by his side and let »

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ comforting presence, no matter where this adventure shall take Lark. Obviously, it'll give them a chance to get closer and show trust, in two significantly different ways, ‶Question is: do you have any rhythm?ʺ

A playful smile, graces those lips and brows, rise skywards ›

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

Hunters, once again, either mistook him for a wild animal or simply desired to blow face inside out, shot at him. Despite their best efforts, he's alive and very much kicking, although they've ruined more of his clothes.

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ Of course, that's a merely a theory, yet I could, obviously, be very wrong.ʺ

It's a more playful statement, as the mutant glances ahead briefly and letting the back of his hand, graze against her own.

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

The giggle? Oh, what a delightful noise and it's good, to distract Lark from the mission ahead, as this duo walked side by side. Shoulder nudging at him, as the playful nature continues and, even for a brief, fleeting second, their fingers come into contact. A small, unplanned ›

[‍ ‍ ‍⚘.⋆ 𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖐 ˚࿔ @HAGB0RNE]

she glances over at him as they walk, forest - green eyes not straying much. she likes watching him speak, his smile.

“ Salvatore ... that makes no sense ! ”

a raspy giggle spills from her lips —- as if she isn’t used to making such a sound. she gently nudges him with »

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ mouth, truly a rare action. Gaze drifting to the sharp, pointy teeth, fully on show when lips spread into a wide grin and he's silently, a little more than before. There's a hint of curiosity, which remains below every word, ‶I bet your rhythm is far better than mine, Lark? ›

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ to make his companion feel better and see both equally have flaws, even if they differ rather drastically.

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

Isolation has taken a significant toll on them, in varying degrees and while she jokes, Lark's tea is delicious, far better than she gives it credit. Wanting to savour it, opting to seal the lid and instead, walk alongside her, thermos in hamd, focused on the next topic. Yet ›

[‍ ‍ ‍⚘.⋆ 𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖐 ˚࿔ @HAGB0RNE]

“ i can show you how to make it, if you like. you must truly have been on your own for quite some time if my tea is what pleases you so. ”

she places the lid on her thermos and slips it away into her pack for later, a small laugh spilling from her lips. »

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ if she'll be skeptical. However, as the question turns to combat and focus, is turned to him, a small nod is offered, ‶I was trained in combat. It's one of the few uses I have, along with my healing factor. I have no rhythm, if that makes you feel a little better?ʺ

Trying ›

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ talents. I am willing to bet, more than you probably even know of.ʺ

His tone, slightly more lighthearted, yet still carrying a serious and honest undertone, as he's sharing those thoughts, with a genuinely supportive tone.

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

Choosing to oblige her wishes, that subject, on what awaits at the end of this journey, shall not be pursued or brought up, instead focused on them. Nothing more, nothing less. The smile, washes all other thoughts aside and right at this moment, walking at her side, everything ›

[‍ ‍ ‍⚘.⋆ 𝕷𝖆𝖗𝖐 ˚࿔ @HAGB0RNE]

“ at the moment .. i would prefer to think about anything else other than my ultimate peril. ”

she flashes a smile back at him, shrugging —- she might be putting off the inevitable, but she wants to enjoy the rest of the day. it’s too early to think about such madness »

[𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅. @DisgracedNomad]

‹ lovely tea, Lark,ʺ a smile greets the mutant's face, elevating that thermos to take another, longer sip of the prepared tea. It's really good, especially as they've both hit a nice stride and are remaining by one another, ‶Don't sell yourself short, I am sure you have many ›