𝓻eeled in by a scent that was 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 his preference —— steps are timed, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 up until he crouches in front of her with a thin eyebrow raised &&. steely gaze on the occultist... “ patience is all I know, you think otherwise? ”
“Be patient, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚,” a leg finds it home above the other, crossing, as Marina shifts from where she sits. She leans forward——a finger beckoning. Lips part, smoke billowing in the stifling air. “Come here.”
it beats having a throat cut open. either way, i'm sorry... i think. ” leaving his weapon to the left, he gradually sat on the floor —— just in front of their meal. “ were the vials of any help in the end? ”
“ ... this 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 of yours, said you were partners. ” watching as the mercenary hastily worked out of 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, levi's lips curled upwards —— a barely noticeable gesture, not made any clearer by the flames of cahara's labor. “ i felt bad for your nose, but
“—!!”
Astonished by the catch, Cahara stares in stunned silence. Wow. Fresh too! The sellsword’s 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 pangs remind him of reality and he nods.
“R-right.” He tosses a bundle of sticks down and adds the torch in the new fire. “Meals are best when shared, yeah? ↬
“ too 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 for me... ” he was 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 by something else altogether, head leaning to the side in sheer admiration of a certain one —— 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢, herself. “ when you're ready, come carve. ”
A moment 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 free, whispering of reverie; head spun, songs of desolation humming from her own lips && the endless ringing in ear.
Breathless chuckle && a chest throttles itself as she chokes on the smoke.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇?”
“ ... is 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 part of divine ordainment as well? ” not that he minds, truly : it'd be 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 for them to shun the like but not the inhumane transgressions that took place within holy walls. nonetheless, he's amused by the sight.
A 𝒍𝒐𝒘 hum; flames sparking from a lighter——steady throb, throb of a wrist lacerated, all well ignored. She twirls a newly sparked joint, an inhale of smoke billowing.
The world twirls on its axis && she hiccups, 𝓰𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮 spewing; light && pretty in its song.
𝓬rimson is spat on the floor, 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 eyes locking with the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧's own as fingers wipe at the corner of his mouth. this would hurt in the morning ... “ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 one of them. happy? ”