“You’ll get yourself killed and you’re no use to anyone dead,” she said, tired of fighting. She was practically passed out.
Cal leaned against the tree, pulling his shirt up as he looked at the bleeding wound. The stitches had broken again, dark blood seeping everywhere. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He couldn't even function without Marya.
"We need to get her back." Cal finally said after a long pause, turning to glance over at Marya. "But, first, you're right. We need to rest."
I don’t like you either, but it’s not like there’s someone else around.
*nimue lmao
“Whaddya think ‘m doing?” She muttered, half-asleep. “G’night.”
“London!” Marcus shouted, looking through the fray. He fought his way past a few guards, looking for the purple-haired boy.
“What?” London asked, appearing.
I never thought I would ever do this, but, truce? I promise not to try to kill you until we're back.
( Oof. I said marya. OOps)
*nimue lmao
“Whaddya think ‘m doing?” She muttered, half-asleep. “G’night.”
"Night." Cal sighed, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the stinging in his chest. He couldn't stop thinking about Marya. Her brown eyes. Her dirty blond hair. The way she constantly yelled at him for being stupid. . .
“Oh, you’re okay,” he sighed, stabbing another person. “I was worried.”
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Truce, I guess. And now to brainstorming.
(the most perfect girl he could ever ask for)
I suggest killing the king? I have an axe that hasn't killed anyone for a few hours and I'm getting pretty restless.
“Being invisible has its perks.” London grinned, then moving to the side and watching the dead body fall.
I'm the brawn, not the damn brains.
Well we need some brains right now….
So, you're not smart, eh?
Rude. I’m not a strategized, is all.
“I’ll try.” London nodded, “I’m also trying not to go in there and just stab the king.”
Ugh, well we need some ideas. Oh! I have one. You can pledge your allegiance to the king and when you're about to kill me, you can slip me my axe and then I can kill the king while you handle the guards.
“Please don’t,” he said, turning to face him. “That will definitely get you killed, which I told you not to do three seconds ago.”
Okay, that works, I guess. The guard’s had just marched them to the king. “Sire,” Kirin said, dipping his head stiffly.
Huzzah. Marya leaned in, hoping to catch a bit of their conversation.
The king raised an eyebrow, "Yes Kirin?"
“Please don’t,” he said, turning to face him. “That will definitely get you killed, which I told you not to do three seconds ago.”
“But I can like, turn invisible and then stabby stabby boom dead king.” London said, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“I figured you would want to watch the show,” he said smoothly.
“But there are guards, London,” he said, pulling him into the forest. “I’m serious. You’ll die.”
