His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
He doesn't notice the stone at all, unless this is some sort of long con, which honestly you really can't imagine him even trying to pull off. You're going to need to improve his awareness if he's going to spend time here, you think.
Fuck, though, that isn't your job. You aren't Red's friend, let alone his keeper. He's not your problem. He's just some random weirdo you met on a dock one night, and Safrin's tits if you haven't encountered your fair share of those. You oughta let him figure things out for himself, get lost and robbed and develop an appreciation for the dangers of this place.
Except that as he sits there looking at you through those overwhelmed eyes you know you aren't a hard enough man to leave him to his fate.
Fuck.
He's wearing a glove of all things, on only one hand. Definitely a weirdo, you think with an internal sigh, resigning yourself to your fate. "Only the people," you reply with a playful smirk, moving the stone into your other hand. "Y'think this is wild, just wait 'til the dark days. Singin' an' dancin' an' drinkin', from sundown t'sunup." An almost-smile quirks at your lip as you stare into the distance, remembering fondly when you were young and rouse as much rabble as any other lad.
Fuck, though, that isn't your job. You aren't Red's friend, let alone his keeper. He's not your problem. He's just some random weirdo you met on a dock one night, and Safrin's tits if you haven't encountered your fair share of those. You oughta let him figure things out for himself, get lost and robbed and develop an appreciation for the dangers of this place.
Except that as he sits there looking at you through those overwhelmed eyes you know you aren't a hard enough man to leave him to his fate.
Fuck.
He's wearing a glove of all things, on only one hand. Definitely a weirdo, you think with an internal sigh, resigning yourself to your fate. "Only the people," you reply with a playful smirk, moving the stone into your other hand. "Y'think this is wild, just wait 'til the dark days. Singin' an' dancin' an' drinkin', from sundown t'sunup." An almost-smile quirks at your lip as you stare into the distance, remembering fondly when you were young and rouse as much rabble as any other lad.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
