cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
It had been a small incident. Hardly worth noticing really. But Zariah had seen, and her interest was piqued. A young child had fallen and scraped their knees against a cobblestone and begun to cry. A young man stopped, and with magic healed the little one’s hurts. To use it so openly, without shame, he must not be from here, for she knew all too well the shame Natural users seemed to carry. And so she followed, waiting for him to be alone so she could strike.
Such a time came as he turned down an alleyway, presumably as a short cut to wherever he had business to be. She stepped loudly, shoes clicking on the stone walkway behind him. ”You’re going to need friends here, boy. People native to this place don’t like those such as you and I.” she said, watching him with an expressionless gaze.
Could he be turned to her side? She would know soon enough.
Such a time came as he turned down an alleyway, presumably as a short cut to wherever he had business to be. She stepped loudly, shoes clicking on the stone walkway behind him. ”You’re going to need friends here, boy. People native to this place don’t like those such as you and I.” she said, watching him with an expressionless gaze.
Could he be turned to her side? She would know soon enough.
