you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
His low chuckle accompanies her teasing response, one that has his face blooming with an amused smile as she delves into her own dramatics. He takes the moment to sip from his glass as he listens to the follow up question, lips quirking into an easy smile.
“It is a Thieves Guild.” He says it simply, smirking before he leans forward to prop his head up onto his cheek with a fist, letting his dark gaze scan her face. “Given that I am well aware of your tendency to have sticky fingers, perhaps you might be interested in more opportunities.” It’s a suggestion, one she doesn’t need to join up with if she doesn’t want to, but if she does? The opportunities could be endless.
Cocking his head and drawing back up, he takes a long sip from the bourbon. “What do you think?”
“It is a Thieves Guild.” He says it simply, smirking before he leans forward to prop his head up onto his cheek with a fist, letting his dark gaze scan her face. “Given that I am well aware of your tendency to have sticky fingers, perhaps you might be interested in more opportunities.” It’s a suggestion, one she doesn’t need to join up with if she doesn’t want to, but if she does? The opportunities could be endless.
Cocking his head and drawing back up, he takes a long sip from the bourbon. “What do you think?”
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
