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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 12:15:26 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу do you mind if I change Lucia’s age to 19? I’m so sorry; I just think she should be older. xD)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 26, 2017 12:17:12 GMT -5
Pfft it's np ))
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 12:26:30 GMT -5
August was getting impatient. He remembered, for the tenth time in as many minutes, why he preferred to work alone. The money had been good, though - very good, especially for something as trivial as information. Partnering (temporarily, he reminded himself) with Lucia, or "Red Velvet" as many called her, had definitely not been his choice. Their partnership was based on toleration at best, though he reasoned that it was just as much his fault as it was hers. He'd never been very tolerable.
Now though, August was ready to leave her on her own. The only thing keeping him from ditching was the promise of gold. He'd been waiting on her to do the job she insisted she could accomplish alone for far longer than he knew it should take. Granted, she was injured, but so was he - the sting of the graze on his side wouldn't let him forget. Huffing with annoyance, August abandoned his patience and followed Lucia's footsteps towards the room he knew her to be in. As he drew closer, the sounds of a scuffle were obvious, and he exhaled silently. The main entrance - the two double doors - were open, one kicked in by who August could only assume to be Lucia's attacker. August slipped in after her, taking in the two figures already in the room.
"Need help, princess?" he hissed, already thumbing his blades. "Thought you could handle this on your own."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 12:40:25 GMT -5
Lucia had to refrain from stabbing her “partner” herself. “I can,” the ginger snarled, twisting around so that she could duel with the guard better. The fight had just begun, though, and it was unfair for the man to judge her so quickly. Metal hissed against metal, and the blades gleamed from both lantern light and the moon’s glow. “And never call me princess,” she glared at him with stormy brown eyes as she turned, feinting left. “Unless you want to be stabbed yourself.” She didn’t know why she agreed to partner with such a man as August, but Duchess Aurelia was an old friends, and a Well-paying employer. And now, she remembered why she preferred to work alone.
At first, she thought August would leave without her, which would’ve been both a blessing and a curse, but she felt both relief and fury when she remembered the other assassin wouldn’t be able to without the precious document Aurelia had sent them to take. Without it, there would be no money for him. And Lucia would get all the gold herself. But then again, she needed August to help her, though she didn’t want to admit it. Secretly, she was impressed with his blade skills and overall stealth proclivity. And they made an...okay team when they weren’t bickering.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 12:46:18 GMT -5
(i'm torn between wanting to reply and waiting for starlight to get here xD)
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 26, 2017 12:54:33 GMT -5
I HAVE RETURNED! Gimme a lil' bit to respond.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 12:54:58 GMT -5
(omg it was fate ;o;)
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 26, 2017 13:03:21 GMT -5
Icarus felt his fingers wrap around thin air, his feet digging into the carpet to keep himself from falling. He gritted his teeth together, anger blazing through him. Way to miss, he thought bitterly. Just before he could take another swing at her, another person slipped through the window. A man obviously, based on the voice and the way he called the girl princess. The red-hooded figure looked to the newcomer before saying how she did not need any help. Icarus couldn't help but feel the smallest bit offended. Did she really think she could take him on by herself? He could tell that the two didn't get along that well, or that they had recently argued. "Return what you have come to steal, and no blood will be shed tonight." He knew the odds weren't that great now. The two were very prepared, and if someone had sent them, that meant that there was some kind of reward waiting for them. And that reward was probably very motivating. I mean, they'd already broken into the palace. What was to stop them from killing a lowly guard? Icarus pulled out his dagger, the blade gleaming in the light radiating from the fireplace now. "But if you refuse, I'm all for spilling some right now."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 13:05:05 GMT -5
(I suggest we RP in an order so we don’t get confused. Maybe 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 next, then me, then 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫? And so on?)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 13:13:27 GMT -5
(i was just about to say that! typing a reply now)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 13:19:24 GMT -5
"Sure, princess," August immediately replied, feeling the tiny thrill that always came with getting on Lucia's nerves. He thrived on others' anger, so different from how he made his targets usually feel. That was all flattery, false fondness. August had a lot of faces, but this one might be his favorite. Hatred was always the most raw of them all.
Lucia was definitely a change from what he was used to. She was strong, but that was no shock. With their lifestyle, she had to be, or she'd already be dead. He had to admit that she was an asset. Quick witted and sharp, she was definitely no novice. That didn't mean August felt threatened by her words but, then again, he'd always had a crappy sense of self defense.
At the guard's words, August allowed his blades to fully extend from their sheaths along his inner forearm, their silver edges gleaming in the low light. He scoffed, dark eyes alight with humor. "Something tells me it won't be our blood being spilled, Guard," he taunted, brows raised. He had no doubt in his mind that the guard was skilled, as he had to be to be trusted to protect royalty, but August knew the odds were in his own favor. Two against one was never a fair fight, but he didn't grow up learning fairness. Though he never killed without being specifically paid to do it, the guard didn't need to know that. He always had been the best of liars, after all.
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 26, 2017 13:29:42 GMT -5
Lila stood still as the prince kissed her hand. Her eyes remained on his, never once breaking his stare. She felt her heart beating in her chest, so hard she felt as if it would burst. She rolled her eyes with a small laugh, shaking her head ever so softly. "Oh, please, there was nothing lovely about me in my younger years." She gave him a small smile. Maybe in a another life. Maybe if her father had named an heir, or if King Damon was more kind-hearted. But in reality, there was no way they could be together, as friends or anything more or less. "Your Highness." Lila turned to look at the voice coming from behind her. The young Lord William Quill stood behind her. He too was from Galena, where he was known her his dashing smile and flirtatious ways. He had been one of the nobles that also come to this foreign kingdom with her. "I do believe that we are about to begin the banquet, and I thought you might feel welcome in familiar and friendly company." As he looped his arm through hers, he cast a glare at Auden. Lila knew that not all the nobility was out to get her and that even though William was not the most reliable person in the world, he was still loyal to her family. However, this did not stop her from wanting to punch the young man in the face. She glanced to Auden, mouth open as she tried to think of excuses to stay with him, but her mind was blank.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 13:32:02 GMT -5
Lucia bristled at August’s comment, but held her tongue. Something told her that him garnering a reaction from her would only make him more pleased with himself. As if that could happen, she snorted, as she stepped away from the guard. The other assassin seemed to be quite arrogant, but then again, who wasn’t? And Lucia was even more guilty of being overly confident than him.
She laughed softly at the guard’s loud declaration, slowly sharpening her daggers together. It was all an act, that move, but it seemed to work wonders when striking fears in the hearts of people. The guard had no idea who he was dealing with. Two against one? That was suicide. Either the man was very brave or very stupid. Or perhaps, both. “What do you think we should do with him?” She taunted, her amber-brown eyes flicking to August, and a smirk curling her lips. Again, this was a show. Most people didnt and couldn’t know it, but to be an assassin - at least, a good one - you had to be an actor. “Kill him right away, or leave him to die?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 13:46:03 GMT -5
Auden laughed with the princess, a warm feeling running through him, and he felt as though he would be overcome with it. It felt good to reunite with her and her playful ways. “Well, I’d have to disagree, Princess,” he began, smirking. “I’ve always thought you beautiful. And even more still, now,” he finished, wanting nothing more than to ask her to dance. But what would be the point? They could never be together in this lifetime. That thought surprised him; he’d never entertained that idea before. Well, at least, not while conscious. Maybe in his dreams. His mischievous expression faded as a young lord waltzed over to them. Prince Auden’s face cooled at the other man’s comments. He wanted to laugh at Lila’s face, she seemed to have been horror struck. Though, if the heir was in her shoes, he would be too. “Lord...whatever your name is,” he began, not caring if he was rude. Red stained his vision; this young man could not force Lila to not do what she wanted. “Based on Princess Lila’s face and body language, it appears to me that she doesn’t want to be with you,” he finished distantly, his eyes flashing with irritation. “And you wouldn’t want to be accused of forcing her to not do what she wants,” he added, placing his hands behind his back. If there was a master of the court and game of words, he would be it. The prince didn’t know why he was reacting this strongly, but all he knew was that he did not want this...this scoundrel touching his Lila. Wait..did he just call her ‘his’?
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 26, 2017 13:54:09 GMT -5
I'm going to a movie in a bit. You guys can beat up Icarus as much as you want.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 14:05:27 GMT -5
(fklsdjfalsjd)
August could see what game she was playing - it was one he was familiar with. Intimidation tactics rarely worked on well-trained guards, but there were always exceptions. He couldn't tell if this man in particular was one of them. Nevertheless, August let himself fall into the role, meeting Lucia's eyes and grinning. To an outsider, it might even look genuine.
"Nah, I say we leave him here and let the others find him, unscathed and guilty of letting someone steal a very important document from his employers. I can't imagine they'd be very impressed with his abilities. The only thing more important to a man besides his life is his reputation, after all." August sheathed his knives with a click, only feeling a slight pang of disappointment for not being able to use them. He was saving this guard's life, after all. There was no telling when an act like that would come in his favor. There was nothing stopping them from leaving now - killing his would be a uselessly cruel act, something August didn't often waste his time on. Not out of compassion, just convenience.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 15:36:01 GMT -5
Lucia felt herself falter slightly at August’s grin, and she became angry at herself. The other assassin was a no-good, arrogant, selfish prick who was known to charm weak-willed people and then kill them. But then again, so was she. But the woman pushed away the thought, fed up with herself for being so lonely. She had herself, and that was all she needed. No...partner. The ginger forced herself to smirk back, her eyes glinting with amber and golden flecks in the lantern’s glow.
“Good idea,” she agreed approvingly. Of course, it would probably ruin the guard’s life, but life wasn’t fair. She was a bit regretful that she wouldn’t be able to use her daggers, which had been aching to slice and maul, but the next assignment would make up for it. “Now where’s rope when you need it?” She wondered aloud, planning to tie the guard up. There! She would have to ruin a nice pair of draperies to get it, but whatever. She was not one for materialistic items. Lucia tore the draperies, getting a long piece of thick rope tassel. She tossed it to August. “Tie him up.”
(Could they become permanent partners after this?)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 15:52:14 GMT -5
(totally)
August caught the ropes deftly, threading it through his fingers as he moved towards the guard, head tilted. "Now, no sudden movements, yeah? Wouldn't want you to lose a finger," he said, approaching the other man confidently. While he and the guard were of a similar height and build, August didn't consider himself to be at any disadvantage. He was much too certain of his own abilities for that.
August grabbed both of the guard's wrists and spun him around, bringing his arms together across his back. He made quick work with the knots, fingers moving deftly over the rope. He then kicked the man's legs in, sending him to his knees and allowing August to tie the length around his ankles as well, loose enough to keep circulation but tight enough to be sure he wouldn't be going anywhere. August straightened, brushing his hands off, and backed up, glancing towards Lucia again. "Ready to go, princess?" he asked, the teasing in his voice obvious even without the quirk of his lips to accompany it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 16:20:35 GMT -5
While August tied the man up, Lucia got a good look at the victim’s face. “Too bad we can’t bring you along,” she purred, sliding her dagger down the slight stubble on the guard’s chin. “You’re pretty,” she cooed, before stepping away and looking at her accomplice with amused brown eyes. She scowled at him when he said “princess” but there was no real bite in it. When she walked past him toward the balcony doors, she turned and shook her head. “One more time and you lose it,” She promised, gesturing to his hand, but she was unable to hold back a small grin.
She threw open the balcony doors, letting in a late night breeze. The woman looked down from the balcony to the ground. Two stories up. Not too high to jump, but you would have to be careful. A thrill raced through her at the thought of being back on the run and not alone. Well, at least, not for a week. “Y’know, we actually make an okay team,” she declared, looking sideways at August. It was true. When getting into the palace, there had been no silly bickering as there had been while traveling. They had worked well together, August being the strength and Lucia being the speed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 16:22:40 GMT -5
(And maybe they’ll become something...more later? xD)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 16:39:13 GMT -5
(tbh i'm such a sucker for romance, i'm in)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 16:51:14 GMT -5
(ME TOO! XD sorry for being so poofy, family are in town.)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 17:03:25 GMT -5
August followed Lucia to the balcony, feigning hurt. "Am I not pretty enough for you?" he asked, clutching at his heart through his cloak. He dropped the ruse quickly though, as he neared her, stopping a few feet behind her. "Don't make promises you can't keep, dear," he murmured, eyes on the balcony doors as she opened them with a flourish. The breeze was welcome and felt good on his skin. He always had been a night owl, much preferring the cover of darkness when chasing a target. He figured most assassins were like minded in that respect.
August hummed in agreement, taking those last couple steps until he was inches away from her. If he bent down, he could have rested his chin on her shoulder. It was a good way to get stabbed, but he knew she wouldn't. She needed him, at least until the mission was over. After that, who knows. "Don't get too comfortable, princess. You sound like you're starting to grow fond of me." And wasn't that a terrible idea. Lucia was beautiful - he wasn't blind - and he could even see himself chasing her, in another life. However, he'd spent far too many years in this one, and it'd hardened him. Words usually meant nothing, and August was no stranger to betrayal. It took a lot more time than what they had spent together to allow him to trust, and he suspected she was the same. He'd forgotten how to enjoy another person's company, and didn't know if he cared to remember.
Before she really could put a knife between his ribs, August stepped around Lucia and took a running jump straight off the balcony. It was high, but he was reckless, and ignored the old wound across his ribcage even as it screamed at him as he landed, rolling gracefully before standing in one smooth movement. He didn't have to look to know that Lucia would be behind him in no time - she was quick, and he knew she could take a fall.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 17:03:52 GMT -5
(it's all good!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 17:36:35 GMT -5
Lucia chose not to answer because she was afraid she’d say something she might regret. In truth, she saw August a fire. Beautiful and awe inspiring, but if you got too close, you’d get burned. And the woman didn’t want to voice her concern, but she was afraid she’d get a case of third degree burns. “Oh, it wasn’t a promise, Rietvald.” She winked at the man, relief flooding through her. They were on a safe topic. “It was a guarantee.” She inhaled, enjoying the cool night air. The dark was safe and kind to people in her line of work.
The ginger involuntarily shivered when he came up behind her, then cursed herself. She was not some silly schoolgirl. She was a warrior. She turned to face him, marveling at how his skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. She shook herself, stepping away from him just as he did. He was a handsome man - Lucia wasn’t blind - but also a cunning one too. The assassin wondered at her thoughts. She shouldn’t be flustered. She should be wanting to put a kilnife between his ribs. This was not a relationship she wanted to pursue, and not even one she wanted to entertain.
Realizing he had already jumped, Lucia followed, curling herself into a tight ball midair - like a diver - and rolling fluidly on the ground. Ignoring at all the warning signs, she walked to August, and leaned towards him so their lips were a mere inch apart. “It’s not fondness, Rietvald,” she whispered, ruffling the top of his head. “And for the record, you are too pretty to trust.” With that, she walked away, flipping her hair and shouting over her shoulder, “I know a cave where we can set up camp for the night.”
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 17:56:07 GMT -5
(is it too early to ship it bc oops)
Hearing Lucia land behind him, he turned to meet her, and found she was much closer that he had expected. On reflex, he released the sheaths on his wrists, knives shooting across his palms to rest against his fingers. When she simply spoke, and he felt her fingers in his hair, he blinked in surprise, mouth falling open in an "o," though no words came out. It was obvious that he wasn't used to that kind of proximity without it being for violence's sake. She definitely knew how to surprise him.
It took him a second to register what she'd said, and when he had, she'd already walked past him. Shaking his head to clear his muddled mind, he let his knives retract once more, turning to follow after her. "So you do think I'm pretty," he said, voice light, smile arrogant, giving nothing away. It sounded exactly like he hadn't been seconds away from attempting to slit her throat, which was admirable. He agreed that they probably should settle until dawn, but the assassin in him mourned the ground he would cover in the darkness. Had he been alone, he might have taken up on the urge. He refused to admit that having her as a partner was beneficial in more ways than one.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Dec 26, 2017 18:09:00 GMT -5
Sure star, I'll edit that rn. Btw do you have discord? Me and Sherlock started one and I think it be easier if we figured out a map on there. Or pm, either way a map sounds awesome! Peyton gave a pitying look to his old friend, but for whatever reason he didn't find her story making sense. Someone like Jocosa working as a maid didn't sound right at all. She struck him as someone who would knock out a noble if they payed her too little and rob them blind afterwards, she had never been one to just accept something if she believed she deserved more. "Oh," he said simply, not wanting to accuse her of lying. He did, however, make note to more carefully watch what escaped his lips, it wasn't like he knew Jocosa as well as he used to and as saddening as it was, he couldn't trust her anymore. "That's very unfortunate," he said politely. Jocosa felt from Peyton's polite reaction that she had probably laid it on a bit thick. What was wrong with her? This was her eveyday life now, sure she was a direct person, but she lied when she had to, and she didn't get caught. What was it about Peyton that was making her act like this? He was screwing with her system and she couldn't afford to let that happen. She'd already wasted a day waiting for a hand maid that never showed up, and she should be tracking down the rat that had sold her false information right now. Not trying to catch up with an old friend. Jocosa neeeded to keep her mind on the job, and stay away from Peyton from now on. Before she thought he might be her way into the palace, but if she continued to be this blubbering fool around him who couldn't get a simple background story straight, then he'd see straight through her when it came down to it. And that meant that she'd get caught and end up in the dungeon. She did not want to end up in the dugeon. "Well...I'm sure you've got plenty of work to get back to." She said, slightly awkwardly, knowing that she had to go, but some part of her not really wanting to.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 26, 2017 18:37:53 GMT -5
Peyton eyed her thoughtfully, licking the inside of his teeth, an impatient gesture. She spoke to him rather dismissively, as if he'd somehow scared her off or she'd abruptly lost interest in him, either way he felt a twinge of suspicion and hurt. He wanted more than anything to converse with his old friend some more and get to the bottom about all the little aspects of her life she was hiding from him, but he restrained himself, for he knew he couldn't repay her with the same information. He supposed that if his life details had to remain hidden then he should give her the same leisure. "I guess so, with everything going on and all I'm pretty busy...sure sucks I haven't seen you in so long." He muttered, feigning an awkward look at the ground. He was hurt, yes, but he was also deeply curious. He hoped he could guilt trip his old friend just enough that she'd confess with something more explanatory.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 19:40:21 GMT -5
( 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 can we have a second part to the mission? Like have them infiltrate a masquerade ball and have to pose as a married duke and duchess. And if to too early to ship, I’m afraid I’m guilty...xP) Lucia simply walked away from the man, only looking back to give him a wink. Frustrating and confusing people was what she did best, and she could tell it was working on August though he hid it well. The assassin pursed her lips, her mind whirring with all these newfound feelings. Usually she was a cold as ice when it came to - dare she say it? - romantic feelings. But something in her was inexplicably drawn to her accomplice. And she liked the sound of that. An accomplice. Suddenly she wouldn’t be alone anymore. But the ginger knew he would probably refuse if she offered up the prospect to August. After a five minute walk up the side of a mountain - more of a climb, really - she came to a well hidden cave entrance on the side. “Here we are,” she gestured to the opening grandly. They were far enough from the palace to be safe, but not too far so that they wouldn’t be able to not go back. “Home sweet home.” In early winter, though, the cave would surely be cold and not at all cozy. Lucia tried not to think about the fact that they’d have to share their heat warmth, which meant...spooning.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 26, 2017 19:51:20 GMT -5
(ooooh that's an awesome idea, i'm down. and ok glad i'm not the only one xD)
August rolled his eyes at Lucia's wink but followed her nonetheless. Though he knew the area well, he'd never camped out anywhere in the vicinity, so he assumed they were headed somewhere he was unfamiliar to. He was glad to stretch his muscles - it'd been a while since he had a good climb. Part of him wished it'd been a little longer of a journey, but he knew they needed to settle down before the temperature really dropped.
When they arrived, August looked around, taking in where they'd be staying for the night. He took a glance at the cold stone ground, then at Lucia. He could start a fire - a trick he'd mastered over a long period of being on the run with no roof of his own. He knew from experience that the wood in these parts didn't create too much smoke, but he didn't know if that was a risk they should take, being as close to the palace as they were. Especially after they'd just robbed it. "Should we risk a fire?" he asked, not very keen on the alternative. It'd be way too easy for Lucia to get the jump on him if they were pressed together. Which was to assume that August would be getting much sleep as it was, which wasn't likely. It was strange to be able to ask for an opinion from someone else, when it was usually just him making decisions. He tried not to get too used to it.
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