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the fall into darkness is
one of warmth and comfort
at the hands of the
seventh assassin for he is
unlike the others he is
kind and gentle and that is
a new breath of terror
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Another fishing expedition has brought him to the shore he first encountered @INIQUIT0UZ, boat occupied with a remarkable pile of mackerel. Unmatched eyes scanning the waves for something more than fish, hopeful heβd see a certain an angler fish. γ €
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@INIQUIT0UZ β his fingers and took hold of the basket handle containing the rare creatures.
βKiva, and yours?β
his eyes were trained on the animals in the basket, observing their every move, infatuated.
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the line pulled taut indicating a catch and kiva reeled in until another fish was added to the pile on his small wooden boat. though the pile was missing a few fish since the last time he checked.
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@INIQUIT0UZ Emotion was something he had been trained to subdue expression of but there was no denying the sparkle in his eyes like a childβs on christmas faced with all the gifts the angular fish brought him.
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if he were anyone else he mightβve been trembling but kiva was no ordinary human. if she believed a bullet was fast, he was happy to show her otherwise.
βI suppose youβre going to tell me regardless of my answer so go ahead. Iβll humour you.β
what a comical predicament.
the other exuded confidence that came from thinking she held the winning hand. it was understandable for a human to think having a gun pointed at anotherβs head would render them prey at their mercy.
the black wings with fairly minimal force though without numbing cream alaric was sure to have felt every shift.
βIβm done. try not to move it as it heals.β
a laugh threatens to pass his lips with the way Alaric tenses under his touch.
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βwhatβs different about my home and yours?β
under the care of his skilled hands and previous experience with setting the bones of bird wings, he managed to restructure
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It didn't sound very convincing but Kiva decided against pressing the issue. Instead he walked over to the kitchen and brought back a stool and a first aid kit.
"Take a seat, I've set plenty of bird wings before and yours don't look that much different. Does
behind Alaric to get a better look.
Kiva had tended to many broken bird wings before and nursed the small animals back to health but Alaric's wounds seemed much more severe.
"vi estas vundita. kio okazis?" (you are hurt. what happened?"
It took a second for Alaric's words to be translated and then for Kiva to read over them. He'd download the language later tonight and then he'd be able to understand the other perfectly but for now, real life subtitles would have to do.
"jes, antaΕeniru." (yes, go ahead).
he moved some books aside to sit with his legs crossed before Alaric, seeing his features clearly for the first time since they had met. He observed dark circles under gentle eyes and messy hair but what alarmed him was the unnatural bend of his wings.
He stood up and walked
A disbelieving chuckle is emitted from him.
"The assumptions as to what I do based on my eye and arm get more ridiculous each day."
Kiva shakes his head. He is used to being questioned. That is what they do when they come across something they don't recognize. He was thus
as he searched through the data being drawn up by his system until something caught his attention.
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wide eyes shot over to Alaric and he read aloud a sentence in esperanto very slowly as he tried to enunciate the foreign words.
"Δu vi povas kompreni min?"
as the pile of texts became scattered over his living room floor, Kiva had conjured a mental list of the words Alaric recognized. they were a strange mixture of languages spoken around the world, namely the romance languages.
he seemed to be staring off into the fireplace
The doors of the elevator shut and lifted them 50 meters up. when they reopened, Kiva ran out into his living room and pointed to the rug that laid at its center.
"Sit. Stay."
He then disappeared down a hallway headed for his library. The room he left Alaric in was
Once he figured out what language Alaric recognized, he could simply download it into his system and he'd be able to understand the other. Speaking would be harder as he would be essentially trying to read out loud text given to him by his system based on his thoughts but he