Aoife snorted,[color=#0074d9] “I have barely enough faith in myself, Seb. With all the shit we’ve been through, can you blame me?” [/color]She’d been prepared to die at Adamant, but worse had happened. There were times, moments where Leaf thought she was back in that hellscape. People were more predictable than demons, though his next comment caught her off guard.[color=#0074d9] “What?... How?”[/color] suspicion slipped into her brow, her gaze appraising him carefully. [color=#0074d9]“... I’m not nearly drunk enough for that kind of talk, Seb. Dirty fucker,”[/color] she snickered, hoping that would be the end of it.
Ignoring the lingering glance over the flagon, Leaf focused on her footing and the Prince’s lame excuse. [color=#0074d9]“Are you? Because the leaders I’ve met… they’re a lot more agreeable when they’ve had a few. Too stiff and they don’t trust you. Not completely.”[/color] Only Sisters should be clean sober, but even they couldn’t be trusted. Fucking Petrice was a clear example of the lack of intoxication addling ones brain. No. Best not to tarnish the drink with her craziness.
As the neared the estate she walked on a few steps ahead as he abruptly stopped. Here it comes, the mage thought, shoulder sagging with the expected pity, the offer of help in dealing with Korr. She chuckled, but there lacked any humour in its tone. [color=#0074d9]“I’m afraid it’s not quite as simple as that,” [/color]her back straightened, lungs drawing in a deep breath. [color=#0074d9]“Korr has chosen me. He refuses to shift to another and… in some ways I suppose he is a fitting punishment.”[/color] Her hand rose to stall any protest he might have, the mage had long made peace with her companion, as much as she despised the demon. [color=#0074d9]“I’ve been out of the world a long time, I don’t handle crowds as well as before.” [/color]Leaf grinned a little, [color=#0074d9]“That being said, I am an effective weapon. I can certainly remind the Antivan’s that the Free Marches are not theirs to step on.” [/color]
[color=#0074d9]“Mmm,” [/color]Leaf mused, brows shifting, uncertain if he really would or not, but they were soon moving indoors, down a few corridors until eventually the pair landed outside her chambers while she was in town. [color=#0074d9]“Well, depends what you need of me, I suppose,” [/color]shrugging as he opened the door. A low whistle at the sight of the grandeur had her head turning as eyes scanned around. [color=#0074d9]“.... Just a bit,”[/color] mumbled from her throat, before she shot him a mock glare. [color=#0074d9]“Ain’t nothin’ soft about me… well… some things.”[/color]
Ignoring the lingering glance over the flagon, Leaf focused on her footing and the Prince’s lame excuse. [color=#0074d9]“Are you? Because the leaders I’ve met… they’re a lot more agreeable when they’ve had a few. Too stiff and they don’t trust you. Not completely.”[/color] Only Sisters should be clean sober, but even they couldn’t be trusted. Fucking Petrice was a clear example of the lack of intoxication addling ones brain. No. Best not to tarnish the drink with her craziness.
As the neared the estate she walked on a few steps ahead as he abruptly stopped. Here it comes, the mage thought, shoulder sagging with the expected pity, the offer of help in dealing with Korr. She chuckled, but there lacked any humour in its tone. [color=#0074d9]“I’m afraid it’s not quite as simple as that,” [/color]her back straightened, lungs drawing in a deep breath. [color=#0074d9]“Korr has chosen me. He refuses to shift to another and… in some ways I suppose he is a fitting punishment.”[/color] Her hand rose to stall any protest he might have, the mage had long made peace with her companion, as much as she despised the demon. [color=#0074d9]“I’ve been out of the world a long time, I don’t handle crowds as well as before.” [/color]Leaf grinned a little, [color=#0074d9]“That being said, I am an effective weapon. I can certainly remind the Antivan’s that the Free Marches are not theirs to step on.” [/color]
[color=#0074d9]“Mmm,” [/color]Leaf mused, brows shifting, uncertain if he really would or not, but they were soon moving indoors, down a few corridors until eventually the pair landed outside her chambers while she was in town. [color=#0074d9]“Well, depends what you need of me, I suppose,” [/color]shrugging as he opened the door. A low whistle at the sight of the grandeur had her head turning as eyes scanned around. [color=#0074d9]“.... Just a bit,”[/color] mumbled from her throat, before she shot him a mock glare. [color=#0074d9]“Ain’t nothin’ soft about me… well… some things.”[/color]
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