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“Well you would be fetching bait, at least.” For a moment, Rahse allowed his mind a bit of dramatic, dark humor. The two of them dashing runaways, on the lamb, clothes tastefully torn, dramatic gasps always primed, reactions always perfect in their timing to save the other only so closely. Snow and his men could be the perfect novelized goons, snarling and obvious and comically inept, contributing to their survival as much through their own antics as their own blunders. A village stage show turned romantic comedy, finished at the very end with both of them standing with a foot each on Snow’s unconscious body, cheeks in hands, kissing romantically.

It was a sweet, fleeting thought. One that offered a moment’s reprieve from the many, many, many horrific ways he could imagine Leena being killed in front of him, or he in front of her, or both of them in an inglorious, graphic end.

Her mention of darkspawn helped filter those visions sharply, beasts from a world buried beneath their own making him stroke her head against his shoulder with a hand. “There are. It would be trading one hell for another, either with the beasts in the wild or the monsters behind the walls.” Supernatural terrors on the one hand, and duplicitous backstabbing on the other. Perhaps not.

Rahse’s expression would lighten at her last mention. “Arlathan?” In all this excitement, he hadn’t focused much on that news. The ruin was so far afield, so… removed from the public consciousness, so unimportant…

“... that might just be the perfect idea, darling.” Kissing her forehead, Rahse would sit up, a glint of genuine excitement in his eyes. “I can study up on it enough to know it better than Snow could ever hope to. We can both blend in with the pre-existing demographics, take new names, form natural alibis. It’s enough of a frontier for there to be no authorities to be bribed to sniff us out, and yet enough of a civilization that when nosey human mercenaries come asking about a duo of criminal elves-” He’d smack a fist into a palm. “Gold won’t be enough to tempt anyone. There’ll be nothing to even spend it on, ha!” Swooping down, he’d give her a quick, proper kiss before standing up in a hurry, his posture reinvigorated.

“You’re brilliant.”


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No Thing Right - by Leena Craynore - 06-05-2024, 04:24 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Rahse Hythule - 06-07-2024, 08:21 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Leena Craynore - 06-15-2024, 07:44 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Rahse Hythule - 06-26-2024, 08:44 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Leena Craynore - 07-04-2024, 04:01 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Rahse Hythule - 07-13-2024, 09:15 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Leena Craynore - 07-28-2024, 04:48 PM
RE: No Thing Right - by Rahse Hythule - 10-31-2024, 08:31 PM