He wasn’t sure why he’d been placed in charge of delivering them, but if Nairn had his way there would be no-one but an empty room where he’d still find a corner to hide him and Megara away in. That wouldn’t do. They had to celebrate, if just to make the assassin uncomfortable as fuck, payback for some of the bullshit his foolishness had cost them all in the past week or so. Ruth had decided already who would be accompanying him to this nauseating event of sunshine and kittens and unicorns probably shitting out left, right and centre, he needed a familiar distraction. There were just a few stops to deliver the invitations to before swinging by the Back Water to Mina.
Ruth smirked to himself as he walked down the street, fingers pulled the cigarette from his mouth to release a plume of smoke that followed behind him. His plan of inviting the elf as his plus one was two fold, especially knowing Colt would probably be in attendance too. The look on the beanpole’s face when he strode in with Willie on his arm was one of the perks in attending, the shit-gremlin in him snickered wickedly.
While the weather had improved of late, Ruth’s still wore a number of layers while switching it up for more breathable fabrics. His black outer robe hung open and somewhere along his nightly adventures the elf now sported a pair of tinted sun lenses. These were a game changer, both providing a refuge for his eye from the glare of daylight and hiding his other mauled orbit. Catching himself in the reflection of a window, Ruth paused, peering over the lenses to look at himself. Fuck, now they were becoming a permanent thing, adding to his rogue-healer-tomb raider aesthetic perfectly. Style always beats class anyway, he’d think to himself.
What he hadn’t expected was to come across her like this. The hammock was a nice touch, it drew his attention immediately, brow furrowing slightly, it was a coincidence surely? It was how he always slept on the road, well, between two nearby tree’s anyway. A hammock was sometimes safer than rolling out a bedroll on the ground, but then with her being so short it brought up a whole host of other questions.
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Ruth smirked to himself as he walked down the street, fingers pulled the cigarette from his mouth to release a plume of smoke that followed behind him. His plan of inviting the elf as his plus one was two fold, especially knowing Colt would probably be in attendance too. The look on the beanpole’s face when he strode in with Willie on his arm was one of the perks in attending, the shit-gremlin in him snickered wickedly.
While the weather had improved of late, Ruth’s still wore a number of layers while switching it up for more breathable fabrics. His black outer robe hung open and somewhere along his nightly adventures the elf now sported a pair of tinted sun lenses. These were a game changer, both providing a refuge for his eye from the glare of daylight and hiding his other mauled orbit. Catching himself in the reflection of a window, Ruth paused, peering over the lenses to look at himself. Fuck, now they were becoming a permanent thing, adding to his rogue-healer-tomb raider aesthetic perfectly. Style always beats class anyway, he’d think to himself.
What he hadn’t expected was to come across her like this. The hammock was a nice touch, it drew his attention immediately, brow furrowing slightly, it was a coincidence surely? It was how he always slept on the road, well, between two nearby tree’s anyway. A hammock was sometimes safer than rolling out a bedroll on the ground, but then with her being so short it brought up a whole host of other questions.
You know talking to yourself is a sign of madness right, Spiderbait?he’d call from the end of the path. Flashing her his usual grin, Ruth flicked his ciggy out into the road before walking up, hands returning to the pockets of his coat.
I won’t say a word, all the best people are mad, including me.
@Theodora Oridotti
06-02-2024, 05:20 PM
