there is a starved dog gone feral in the back of my throat. it is so angry at the world and the hands that feed it, and when i open my mouth it barks, barks, barks and scares everyone away.
for a moment she’s quiet, a hand resting next to his, fingers lightly brushing against his hand. “more missing people,” she says quietly. “venatori getting more confident.”
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a faint hum resonates from him, allowing him to find some easement as her head rests against his shoulder. voice tinged with warmth, sounding softer.
“ anything important ﹖ ”
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a slight turn of the head, to catch a glimpse of the person settling next to him. only for a glimpse of tenderness to briefly surface within cerulean gaze. making no attempt to shift away.
“ dock – town's calling you again ﹖ ”
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(clinking steps pause, dark eyes peering at him through a curtain of surprisingly messy hair. of course nothing gets past him. and so she slowly steps a little closer, lips softly brushing against his cheek.)
It’s fine, I’m fine.
(quietly slipping past him, or at least trying to be quiet, not that her metal leg is all that helpful with it.
…at least she seems fine though. So one less person to worry about.)
Such a sweet thing to say.
(though she manages to bite back a groan as she shifts on her feet, a hand still moves to her side, a grimace slightly twisting her features.)
Oh, he did. But the lead didn’t quite pan out as hoped.
It was…unfortunately not quite what I’d hoped. Another dead end.
But it is good to be back. Even if I tried to avoid returning on this day. I hope aside from…that…things are well?
@AMURDERCROW — immediately. Though eventually she exhales a quiet sigh. “I was just getting something when something came up and I couldn’t let it linger.”
Of course she would chase after a lead as soon as she had something to go on.
There may or may not be a certain mage, very inconveniently passed out by the pantry door. She intended to check on @AMURDERCROW but didn’t exactly make it far.
@AMURDERCROW — mostly the truth. Except that the lead had her looking for Venatori rather than her running into them by chance.
Dark eyes dart over to the pouch, but she doesn’t protest. With him, she knows that it really is to help. But she doesn’t answer the rest of his question —