@noble-rogue
“don’t look at me like that. i’ve done nothing to warrant it,” ezra tilted his head to the side slightly, quirking a brow. “unless you’ve got a /really/ good reason to? either way, i don’t like it.” he pouted mockingly, a glint in his eye. “besides, i know you wouldn’t hate me, love. so no need to act like you do.”
/ erm no this isn’t late (just like last time..) wdym!!
⠀ ⠀──── { the weathering walls whistle with every gust that swings and creaks through the bending gaps, rain dives, and dashes upon the glass as if seeking shelter from itself. a finger, delicate - gloved - traces the patterns left behind upon the inside of this glass, nail digging through leather to pluck at dried mud used to seat the window in its place. in the corner of a tavern, übel resided -- as a stranger to most, and far too uninterested to all. well, that is apart from one particular rogue clad in an assortment of clashing colours. }
` ` I'm not interested . ` ` { gentle words whispered so spitefully between peach lips, the hiss practically grueled out like a song. callous eyes of ruby flitter over, sinking in like a serpent. there was no true malice behind it, however, prompted through a lacklustre posture -- her figure slumped over upon a windowsill, clad in armour of sorts. }
` ` none of that works in my favour. why would I help on such a quest ? ` ` { louder, this time, was her words coldly stated, detecting the bounty waved in her vision. she has no reason to pair up for a duo request -- especially considering her plentiful payment just a few days ago. }
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they slightly flinch from the hand at their back —- not quite touching, not quite not. it makes their pulse spike anyway. too many hands like that in too many alleys, too many fights where someone played guide before they played god. they don ’t say anything, though. not yet. the quiet ’s not quite a comfort, but it ’s a useful thing, and they won ’t be the one to shatter it.
the well looms before them, half-sunken nd mean. stones chewed down by rain and time. it creeps up their boots and into their spine.⠀⠀nd then —- her grip. sudden. wrist wrapped in metal and intent. they suck in a breath through their teeth.
❝ tch —- shit. ❞⠀⠀⠀not loud. not mad. just startled. but it pulls them back from their thoughts. they look at the well again, lip curled like the sight of it tastes sour.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ of course they ’re expectin’ us, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ they mutter.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ felt it since the trees. someone ’s been breathin’ down my neck since we left the damn place. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀she talks like it ’s nothing. ten minutes, she says. like death works on a schedule.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀emera snorts under their breath. not mocking. just —- bitter. tired.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ if you ’re sure you can make that thing shut up in ten, be my guest. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they draw their own blade, thumb brushing the dull notch near the hilt.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ but i ain ’t leavin’ this unfinished. not after makin’ it this far. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀pls, me nd some friends have been saying that for years,, really should get onto that atp </3
also sorry for the late reply,, i 'm dealing with a bad case of caregiver burnout lately :'] it 's been affecting me more lately </3
⠀⠀⠀@sacrificiaIs⠀⠀⠀.. the woods are surprisingly quiet, though not the good kind of quiet, —- not peace, not stillness, a kind that listens. the kind that crouches behind trees nd waits for the wrong step. leaves crunch underfoot —- not loud, but enough. the muck beneath them gives a slow, ugly squelch with each step, like the earth is trying to drag them down with every inch. branches hang low, bent like broken limbs, weighed down by time nd rot. they hear her speak, and it sticks.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ figured it wasn ’t from a shop window, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they muttered —- but emera doesn ’t ask more, doesn ’t prod. they know that kind of weight when they hear it —- don ’t need the story when you ’ve carried your own. but still, they look back over their shoulder, lashes slick with rain, voice quiet yet rough at the edges:⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ ‘s a hell of a thing to take off a corpse. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀but their words don ’t hold venom. it ’s curiosity —- dulled under fatigue, but honest. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀there ’s a beat. then two. and then the feeling again —- like something breathing in the trees.⠀⠀⠀they don ’t look back, but they feel it. whatever had followed them here —- its teeth are still bared. no sound, no movement, but the wrongness coils tight behind their ribs. ⠀⠀⠀[⠀⠀⠀1/2⠀⠀⠀]
` ` we're here. careful. ` ` { she warns, softer in her voice than her grip. the paladin moves next to them, eyebrows furrowed in focus. } ` ` they're expecting us. that watcher must have been a scout. ` ` { concludes übel, grinding bone into the soft gum of her cheek. she sighs, harsh and sharp, as if pushing out toxins that poison her lungs. she turns her gaze, nonchalance settles to her expression , losing the thoughts she once held. } ` ` I can get this gone in ten minutes. do you still want to press forward ? ` `
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/ / I reckon we start a petition lol increase the word cap !!
/ your theme is so pretty
/ this isn’t late wdym!! /j
“drop it,” ezra’s tone was flat, head cocking to the side. “did you not think i’d notice? it’s a shame, i almost hadn’t. but i did.. and i’m not a fan of people taking things from /me/.” while he actually didn’t mind it for once, he’d rather die than say that. therefore, he remained as harsh as ever, voice monotone.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@gunslingings .. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╱ YK... SOMEHOW I DON 'T THINK THOSE ARE THE RIGHT SOUNDS /lh at the pet name, their nose crinkled in disgust⠀⠀ —-⠀⠀was it real, or faux .ᐣ ⠀⠀ a soft scoff tumbling from their lips, ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ do /not/ call me that, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they grumbled in annoyance, placing the item back in their hand, then behind their back with a smug smile.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ but, as for your item ⠀⠀ —-⠀⠀well, if you want it back, you 'll have to do more than pout about it. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀it was mainly out of stubbornness ⠀⠀ —-⠀⠀they had played this game before, it was just more... /amusing/ this time around, if you will.
/ HELLO??? erm.. beep beep idk what sounds do robots make guys /j
he watched them quietly, brows pulling together in a furrow. he let himself seem unhappy, albeit he didn’t exactly /feel/ that way in its entirety. “always have been, always will be. that bother you, /sweetheart/?” the pet name was spoken with obvious sarcasm, mouth quirking upward as he finished speaking. “is that right? i admit, there’s little argument in that.. unless it’s /my/ item.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@gunslingings .. ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀i got the email notif first nd lowkey thought it was another bot on my board PLSSS emera scoffed, twirling the stolen item between their fingers before flicking their gaze up to the other —- unamused.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ tch.. possessive, aren 't we .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀their head tilted —- were they really trying to steal the item —- or the attention instead .ᐣ either way, they didn 't drop it, eyebrow raising.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ but i like it... i think i should get to keep it, finders keepers, right .ᐣ ❞
⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀emera icon art is my commission made by @/kyokopill on twt,, creds to my lovely mutual <33
do you find the sight of my face.. repulsing?
but monsters have feelings, don't they? i like to believe they do. they're not as harmless as one thinks.
stand back —- i do not know who you are.
&. i'm just going to send in one - liners, then pass out. i have work tom):
&. OKAY, LET ME GETTING COOKING.