Colt’s eyes widened, an incredulous look coming over his features before his brow furrowed in thought. [color=#c10300]“Gonna change that then,”[/color] and his lips pursed to one side. This was a lot to think about, and now wasn’t the time given what else she had said. [color=#c10300]“Prob for the best idea they think that though. Doesn’t set my head at ease any, the old man is…well ‘old’, but it’s good you can leave if you like to.”[/color] Fifty paces though? Fuck. And while she was used to the varying degrees of busy and the dead quiet traffic of the Back Water, taking her straight to Kirkwall was a bit of a stretch. Colt didn’t want to spook her, have her first time be anywhere too overwhelming.
Her follow up only reinforced his thinking, nodding along with her words while his head made a list of places, quieter ones with the landscape speaking for itself than folks doing the talking for it.[color=#c10300] “Seein’ a place is a lot different to just hearin’ about it. Can’t understand the world from just this wee place. Some folks say complete shite, others.. Downplay it too much, stuffs better being seen by your own eyes.” [/color]
The grin he made when Mina said she trusted him nearly split his face, eventually growing shy as he realised. He’d chuckle, head dipping a little with the praise… he was a thief and he worked alongside a guild of smugglers and a rough crowd, trust was important. [color=#c10300]“Well that’s good and… I ain’t ever about to break that. So… you saying would go with me somewhere? If I asked you?”[/color] He tried not to let the possibility fan excitement at being able to see and hear her laugh and gibber another time take over, but the hopeful prospect had him itching for something to fiddle with.
His laughter would die down and Colt took a piece of melon for himself, enjoying the refreshing sweet contrast against the harsh vinegar of the pickles.[color=#c10300] “Ay-Hey!”[/color] he’d flinch back a little, his reflexes quickly picking up another piece of fruit to threaten her with, arm reeling back a little. [color=#c10300]“Cheeky little..” [/color]he’d grin, shaking his head with a chuckle and lowering his throwing arm to point at her playfully wiggling. [color=#c10300]“Lucky I’m off duty, could’a been something else.”[/color] Though the sudden image of a chastity belt sent his wits elsewhere. His gaze even wandered as he thought about how it would even work, the key would be a fiddly thing to figure out, but he had the tools.
He was so deep into the thought that he’d barely heard her leave the bath until she was tugging the shirt over from his side to put on and her exclaim at the length of it. A laugh quietly rumbled from his throat and the thief would just shrug at her comment. [color=#c10300]“Hey now, just cos you're jealous, don’t mean you get to call me a tree. Eh, Sprite.”[/color] He’d call her a fairy, because that’s what she reminded him of. Those innocent, but crafty things in, well, fairy tales.
Truthfully he should have prepared himself for when she came out around the screen, but there was nothing that could have seeing her wrapped up in his clothes.
Shit.
Colt opened his mouth to speak but nothing, only a shaky exhale came out his dumbstruck mouth as she turned for him. For what seemed like the hundredth time his head would try and shake himself into a response. [color=#c10300]“Um. Yeah. I. Something to cin- Oh. Afraid I only got the one belt and I think that’ll wrap around you two.. Or even threefold.”[/color]
Her follow up only reinforced his thinking, nodding along with her words while his head made a list of places, quieter ones with the landscape speaking for itself than folks doing the talking for it.[color=#c10300] “Seein’ a place is a lot different to just hearin’ about it. Can’t understand the world from just this wee place. Some folks say complete shite, others.. Downplay it too much, stuffs better being seen by your own eyes.” [/color]
The grin he made when Mina said she trusted him nearly split his face, eventually growing shy as he realised. He’d chuckle, head dipping a little with the praise… he was a thief and he worked alongside a guild of smugglers and a rough crowd, trust was important. [color=#c10300]“Well that’s good and… I ain’t ever about to break that. So… you saying would go with me somewhere? If I asked you?”[/color] He tried not to let the possibility fan excitement at being able to see and hear her laugh and gibber another time take over, but the hopeful prospect had him itching for something to fiddle with.
His laughter would die down and Colt took a piece of melon for himself, enjoying the refreshing sweet contrast against the harsh vinegar of the pickles.[color=#c10300] “Ay-Hey!”[/color] he’d flinch back a little, his reflexes quickly picking up another piece of fruit to threaten her with, arm reeling back a little. [color=#c10300]“Cheeky little..” [/color]he’d grin, shaking his head with a chuckle and lowering his throwing arm to point at her playfully wiggling. [color=#c10300]“Lucky I’m off duty, could’a been something else.”[/color] Though the sudden image of a chastity belt sent his wits elsewhere. His gaze even wandered as he thought about how it would even work, the key would be a fiddly thing to figure out, but he had the tools.
He was so deep into the thought that he’d barely heard her leave the bath until she was tugging the shirt over from his side to put on and her exclaim at the length of it. A laugh quietly rumbled from his throat and the thief would just shrug at her comment. [color=#c10300]“Hey now, just cos you're jealous, don’t mean you get to call me a tree. Eh, Sprite.”[/color] He’d call her a fairy, because that’s what she reminded him of. Those innocent, but crafty things in, well, fairy tales.
Truthfully he should have prepared himself for when she came out around the screen, but there was nothing that could have seeing her wrapped up in his clothes.
Shit.
Colt opened his mouth to speak but nothing, only a shaky exhale came out his dumbstruck mouth as she turned for him. For what seemed like the hundredth time his head would try and shake himself into a response. [color=#c10300]“Um. Yeah. I. Something to cin- Oh. Afraid I only got the one belt and I think that’ll wrap around you two.. Or even threefold.”[/color]
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