𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹.

⠀⠀𝐫𝐢𝐧𝗴𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 has not killed my 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

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[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot Remi nods sharply. “Alright. 2 years, give or take. Pulled him out of Dijkstra’s band of idiots.” He idly brushes a hand over his forearm, where his tattoo lies. “Probably still linked to that.”

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot sense, we hold each other back.”

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

(Whoever was posted watch on the fucking ROOF. That’s who’s getting fired.)

You don’t look much better. How’s the wolf?

[𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍. @cutthroatkot]

(Can't fire him if Remir already fired him before. 🤷‍♀️)

You look like shit.

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot other’s judgement, because we’re plenty good at that. But our actions. Our competence. Our ability to look after ourselves even when everything goes to shit.” He levels his gaze at Aiden. “I appreciate your protectiveness. And gods know I need to curb mine. But in that —

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

Yes, that mission was exactly as long as planned, no, no one needs to freak out. Ok. Smooth sailing?

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

Coughs loudly.

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

He grins. "That's all a man needs, isn't it?"

Cue a melodramatic sigh. "Unfortunately, yes. Would you like to help me cause a little trouble?"

[-ˋˏ 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 ˎˊ- @buttercusps]

"no, no, i think it's good to keep people guessing. gives you a more complex appeal too : you enjoy garden parties and mystery."

she passes the comb through her hair, accompanied by her fingers. hmm. rather nice. "... and you're still here because you need further help."

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot "We can, hm?" he murmurs, tone sultry, but he quickly schools himself into seriousness. "Ok. Why?" He isn't without his own suspicions, but he wants to hear Aiden's reasoning un-colored by his own.

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot roughened, the words clearly requiring effort to shape.

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot the second you started requiring more resources than you provided," he replies bluntly. Shit. That sounds terrible. "You are more to me than a witcher, Ai, or a mercenary. Even more than a damn Bannerman. I meant what I said all those fucking months ago." His voice has –

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@G0LD3NDRAG0N_ squirm.

"Do you notice anything missing, immediately?" he asks, taking in the shimmering artifacts. The notes Laurelin is scribbling are not lost on him, nor is his frantic demeanor.

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@G0LD3NDRAG0N_ Remir follows the other when he storms out, noting the layout of the estate as he does.

His eyes widen as he steps into the room behind Laurelin. He's no stranger to wealth, but this... this is far beyond wealth. This is a concentration of riches that would make a king –

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@G0LD3NDRAG0N_ all becomes clear. Do you have an inventory of your …hoard?” Even as he says it, he realizes how odd the man’s choice of word was. “You may want to check that all is there.”

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@G0LD3NDRAG0N_ The ornate figures are gorgeous, and they’re probably worth a small fortune on their own.

“There have been… a series of crimes among the wealthiest in the land, of late,” he admits. “Gradual disappearances of valuable items, until something is taken the owner notices and —

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot elbows on his desk. “I can take a damn beating. Trying to stop that from ever happening makes me less effective and has caused plenty of problems on its own, and I know my interference in your interests is not entirely benign.” He frowns. “So enough. We can’t keep on like that.”

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot Remir casts his eyes to the ceiling in momentary despair before schooling himself.

“I’m not saying I’m a lost cause. I’m saying that every time one of us disappears, it’s in some way because we’re trying to keep the other from hurting. So stop. I’d rather hurt.” He leans his —

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

He purses his lips, arms crossed over his chest. “Very well. No further questions, lest I appear even more invested in a garden party,” he replies, though the hint of a smile quirks his lips.

[-ˋˏ 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 ˎˊ- @buttercusps]

she levels a flat stare at him. on her end, that means he was unable to verify something, and needs external help. he just doesn't like to admit to it. bad for business.

"well, i played only for the buffet later in the day, upon request of her son. i did not see her on the --

[𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑹. @GUTTERFORGED]

@cutthroatkot Lifting a brow with a smirk. “Is this the part where we kiss and make up?”