His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
The bag moves closer once again, clutched so tightly it might hold all the gems of the depths. It seems unlikely he'll last more than a day without being robbed far blinded by far worse than you, going on as he is. Oh, sure, you imagine he could hold his own in a fight back home - he's built, after all, and you're not about to pretend you didn't notice the muscles beneath the sleeves - in Torchlight you fight dirty. No way Red's cut out for that.
And the Inn won't offer much protection, not without some work. Fingers find your hair, the easily stolen rock clenched in your other hand. You can sense all these thoughts mulling through your head, and beneath them a warning note of don't you fucking do it, Zephyr-
You glance sidelong at Sam, the words already forming ruggedly in your throat. "I s'pose y'could crash with me." Zephyr Kawaianu, you goddamn bleeding heart son of a Hel. "Least til ya figure out somethin' better."
And the Inn won't offer much protection, not without some work. Fingers find your hair, the easily stolen rock clenched in your other hand. You can sense all these thoughts mulling through your head, and beneath them a warning note of don't you fucking do it, Zephyr-
You glance sidelong at Sam, the words already forming ruggedly in your throat. "I s'pose y'could crash with me." Zephyr Kawaianu, you goddamn bleeding heart son of a Hel. "Least til ya figure out somethin' better."
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
