forum Just Another Assassin // O/O // Closed, stalkers are cool

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Grace pressed her lips together in a silent curse, calling Mame back to her quietly. He did so, skittering back into her jacket. Grace drew her knife - she had only brought one, but was prepared to throw it if necessary.

Caspian found Blizzard in a curled up heap. "Girl? Are you alright? Blizzard?" He mutters softly, genuinely scared now. He didn't care if he got hurt. But Blizzard was his only companion. HIs only friend. "Blizzard… Please wake up…" He whispers.

Deeming it safe now, Mame climbed to Grace's shoulder, going along the for the ride as she walked slowly and inaudibly towards him, the only clue a slight shadow in the moonlight.

Caspian held onto Blizzard, listening to any heart beat. When he found one he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked the large husky up and carried her to the bed, setting her down. "Why are you here?" He asks darkly.

"What, never had an assassin before?" Grace asked in a low voice matching his, Mame giving a fiery little snort.

"Plenty. What do you want?" He replies running a hand through Blizzards fur before turning his head to the voice. His eyes were narrowed in the dark as he gazed around his moonlit room.

Grace didn't answer, pressing her lips together again and ducking down, jumping onto a wooden chest with a swish of air.

Caspian didn't look pleased before sitting on his bed. "You're going to kill me aren't you? Honestly, I don't understand why. Did someone hire you?" He asks settling on his bed, acting very calm for someone who had an assassin in his room.

Grace nodded, only her shadow showing her movements. She could easily jump and kill him from here, but while he was…striking up a conversation, why not let him live a little longer?

He raised a brow. "I'm taking that as a "Yes, Caspian. Someone did hire me to kill you." He says with a raised brow.

Mame snorted a little, poking his fiery red head out from the jacket. Small wisps of smoke, like those from a match, floated through the air from his nostrils.

Caspian settled beside blizzard, the dog still out cold. He sighed and ran a hand through her fur. He was glad she was alive at least.

"If it wasn't for the dog, you'd be dead," Grace hissed with gritted teeth, Mame hissing in imitation.

"So why not kill me?" he replies. "I'm sitting on my bed. I'm not pleading for my life, nor asking you to take it."

“You had enough nerve to talk,” She remarked rather snarkily. “Tell me - how have you not been killed yet?”

He shrugs. "I don't know." He sighs and looks around, shaking his head. "At least let me see who is going to kill me before I die."

Grace huffed a little, figuring she might as well. After all, if she got that close to him, it would be over quickly. She stepped forward into the light, Mame slithering back into her jacket.

He gazed at her before standing and letting himself come into the light as well. "Alright. You have the means of killing me. Your choice." He says quietly.

Grace purses her lips, considering. “Do you want to die?”

He shrugs. "Not exactly. I have people to care for. But you're the assassin." He bases at her.

Grace let out a huff, some of Mame's red scales peeking out from her collar. "I've come to believe this is…a trick."

"A trick. Look around. You attacked me in my sleep. You knocked my dog out. I haven't called the guards. You have me at your disposal." He replies as he tilts his head.

Mame slithered all the way out of the leather collar of her jacket, coming up her neck to wrap around her ear, making a couple small sounds - almost as if it was trying to talk to her. Grace looked over to him, raising a little eyebrow.

He raised a brow in return. "Is it for justice, or something else?" He asks as he gazed at her.

"Sort of. Remember a little…war recently?" She asked, letting Mame slither around her fingers. He had reminded her that her being hired wasn't the only reason she'd come to kill him.