"So you two were… Oh, never mind. That's not so important at the moment. What is important is that you… you have some power. You're not just some random guy that Zhavia's old guild wanted offed. Killing you would have provided them a tactical advantage. You could easily ask them to cut off the weapons supply, then, couldn't you? But I can't guarantee there wouldn't be massive retaliation and possibly lots of murder." Cyrus said, basically just thinking out loud at this point.
"Everyone thinks I'm dead. My Dad thinks I'm dead. Can you just imagine his dead son walking back in and saying 'Hey, dad I'm back and need you to shut down.'" Uriah ran a hand through his hair. "That's where most of his money comes from and he's a big money person. Honestly, I think he's the one who hired Zhavia to come kill me. He knew if I was around I would take over. But, if his son was gone." He was sure Cyrus could but together the rest.
"Jesus Christ… I'm sorry," Cyrus fumbled for words for a moment. "You're lucky to be alive, but then again, I'm sure you knew that already. Wait… then what kind of connections were you talking about if not to weapons production? You did mean you had a viable connection to someone still, yeah? Because you're right. Father who thinks you're dead just doesn't cut it."
"Oh, yeah no need to worry. Actually I have connections to guilds overseas, with many people. I've told them my situation and they are with me." Wait, if I'm going to be an assassin soon. "I think I know my place in this now." He smiled.
"Good. I hope whatever you have planned works, because right now, things look awfully bleak." Cyrus looked down at his feet. "I'm already convinced this situation as a whole won't end well."
"I'll handle everything. You just need to tell me where we are going and I'll hook us up." He would have to borrow someone to get a phone but other then that he could do most of it himself.
"That's the problem. I don't know where we're going."
Cyrus crossed his arms nervously.
Krista opened her eyes. She was standing in a large room, the walls made of purple silk. A dream?
A figure appeared before her. Krista choked back a sob. Dawne stepped closer to her, and pulled her into a hug.
“I’m sorry, Krista.” Her voice was like honey, seeping through Krista’s mind. “I’m sorry I left you, my love.”
Krista leaned in when Dawne pulled away.
“Dawne, please.” Krista hated the quiver in her voice, the pleading tone. “Don’t leave me again. I can’t… I cant’- without you I-“
Krista let her tears fall as Dawne pulled her in for a kiss. Her warm hands cradled Krista’s head. Dawne pulled away slightly.
“It’s time for you to move forward, love.” What before was sweet, thick honey became watery. Krista pushed into Dawne, crushing their lips back together and closing her eyes.
She brought her hands up to grab Dawne. To cherish her warmth. To carress Dawne’s face. Krista brought her hands up to whisper the words she was too cowardly to say.
Krista’s hands clapped together, cold. Her eyes opened as the purple silk fell to reveal the cold, blood-splattered dungeon. Her tears fell, each drop echoing: “I love you.”
(I want to clarify here, Krista is demisexual.)
(I don't know what that means.)
(Attraction based on emotional connection first. Basically not very attracted to bodies and typically if they have crushes, they’re on people already close to them. I’m demisexual, so that’s the best way I can explain it.)
(No, that help a lot so thanks.)
(Ohhhhh now I know what that means, thanks.)
Uriah sat at the edge of Krista's bed and gently shook her. "Hey wake up." This girl and her spacing out and bad dreams. He thought she would sleep better if he put her on a bed but may be he was wrong.
(Laffette you should mention your mission)
Sparrow sighed and went outside to the forest with her gloves.
Cyrus followed Sparrow outside, still limping a good bit. "I haven't heard you say much on this. What do you think about everything?"
Eira had been outside throwing her dagger against a tree for so long there was now a considerable dent in it. She now sat underneath it, knees pulled up to her chest and head resting on the oak behind her.
Cyrus followed Sparrow outside, still limping a good bit. "I haven't heard you say much on this. What do you think about everything?"
“I don’t know. I don’t k ow what to do.” She sighed punching a tree
"Hey, don't do that!" Cyrus shouted, placing himself between her and the tree so she didn't try it again. "None of us really know what to do, but as long as we're not alone, there has to be someone who can come up with something! This situation is far from ideal, but if we just give up, it's only going to get worse. If you need time, or a shoulder to cry on, I'll give it to you, but… just don't give up on us, okay?"
Cyrus held his breath, then exhaled. "And another thing. You know you can talk to me about anything. Right? If there's something else bothering you, or you just want to vent, I'm listening."
(Wait wait wait wait, how are we gonna do this?)
(No I have something planned.)
(Oh, now I'm curious. Guess we'll have to see.)
(The mission?)
She started at him, looking defeated “the thing is, I need to vent but I don’t k ow about what? Everything has been so exhausting. Rita’s sister, zhavias death, and almost getting killed by Panthers cronies!” She y lled
(Yeah like how am I suppose to introduce it?)
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