A slow breath was drawn as he relaxed on the roof of his claimed house in the middle of the storm. Storms were always so peaceful, capable of calming the soul when it was the most disturbed. He was just thankful that he had made his coat waterproof back in Northaven. His magic was different here and he found it endlessly frustrating. No quick fixes to scrapes, no altering the flavor of a drab meal… Gods, and no silk sheets. That might have been the worst part for the assassin.
Kalt had seen Ashe heading towards the Temple a little earlier, but he wasn’t quite ready to go after her. Instead, he went inside and took a newly rolled cigar, tucking it into his jacket and taking hold of his lantern. Putting his hood back up, he walked out of the house, following her path to the Temple.
The man stepped inside, briefly shaking the water off of his jacket, similar to the way a dog – or a wolf – would get dry after being bathed. He narrowed his eyes up to the rafters, the first spot he would look for Ashe. They were the same in that they liked high places, usually to avoid the company of others. However, that didn’t mean the efforts were always successful. Today, not so much.
He opened the lantern and put the cigar in his mouth, puffing a few times to light the thing, before closing the lantern and setting it down on the floor. Kalt shrugged off his jacket and laid it over a seat, then flickered his gaze up to her when she gripped the blade he made for her. Small bit of satisfaction that he always got when seeing her with it. With the cigar gripped gently between his teeth, Kalt started climbing the building until he eventually made it up to the rafters where Ashe was nesting.
He leaned against the wall, bending one leg at the knee and letting the other dangle off of the side of the rafter. He took a puff of the cigar, blowing smoke into the air and savoring the taste. ”You never could handle your alcohol,” he muttered with the cigar hanging between his fingers. ”What makes you think drinking when a fall from this height means decent injury is even close to a good idea?”
He knew she didn’t care. He didn’t care that he knew she didn’t care. It wasn’t her job to care yet. Until she started again, he would be absolutely fine with caring for her for the both of them.
Ashetta
kalt
give into the night.
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