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EPISODE 03 : TELL NO TALES ( Something We Are Not )
NAMI AND ESTRELLA are two sides of the same coin. A thief and a vagabond parading herself as a famed bounty hunter — There's not much difference between the two women.
Estrella is engulfed in slightly dusty bedsheets and the scent of moths and faint vanilla. She sighs deeply, stretching her now suit-free arms and letting them graze the cool fabric.
Her waistcoat, suit jacket, and gloves are discarded on the small table adjacent to the bed, leaving the brunette with nothing but the white dress shirt and pants. Her heels are left a collision on the floor, feet aching and body drained.
"That was torture," Estrella murmurs under her breath, loosening the tightness of her hair in order to run a scarred hand through it.
"Don't be dramatic," Nami replies with an eye roll. She's already changed into her former outfit.
Estrella spares a glance in the woman's direction. Her lips twist uncharacteristically low, eyes dancing on the empty sack in her pale grasp.
"Planning on stealing?" She asks with a small hum, no trace of anything in her voice.
At least, not any emotion Nami can decipher.
"People who don't have a lifetime's supply of gold need to get their money elsewhere." Nami retorts, her shoulders tensing upwards.
Estrella watches as the curve of the other woman's back turns to face her, blinking away the fatigue from her heavily lidded eyes. The brunette yawns.
"I don't sell the gold I make. It's much more valuable than that." In a bout of confidence, Estrella murmurs the words into the silent room, lips pressing shut when she realizes what left her mouth.
Nami fixes the brunette with an odd look, raising a finely carved brow towards the other.
"You wouldn't be here if you did." She replies softly as her fingers curl around a heavy metallic candelabra.
It lacks the proper waxy candles adorning the worn piece, and Nami stuffs it into her sack without a second thought.
Estrella takes a second to process the jab Nami has taken, a frown pursing her lips. She rises off the bed, leaning her hands against the ancient bedsheets to prop herself up.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" She rebuts, a sudden flare in prickly anger poking her from every direction.
Nami spares the brunette a glance before dropping a dozen golden knobs from the antique dresser in the corner of the room. Her shoulders curl upwards in a half-shrug.
"I mean, it would make sense that you can't use the gold you make, since you're stuck as a bounty hunter." The orange-haired woman elaborates.
Estrella pauses. Nami is, essentially, not wrong. While she doesn't have all the facts, her reasons are rather spot on.
