they tried to make you bleed with bullets and daggers
but your heart is made of steel
His first comment is ominous, and she supposed that it’s an entire ordeal of deciding whether he’ll remain around or perish because Caido was certainly a dangerous place to be. But he mentions Zariah and she gives him a slightly apologetic smile. “I’ll have your back.” She tells him with certainty. If he needed help standing up against the ex-Queen, she’ll be there.
But he mentions summoning a dragon and her eyes widen a small amount before her lips quirk up. “I suppose that’s fair.” Their argument had mostly been barbed, sharpened words. No magic of any kind. “I got an upgrade recently that I think effects Abandoned magic. I have yet to test it though.” It’s a considering thought, but had he tried anything thst night she likely would have attempted it — if for nothing else but to not get burned alive by whatever fiery creature he decided to summon.
Soon, he admits that he’d like to be friends too, and she abandons the chair she’s brought over to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, legs stretched out before her and hands in her lap. “I wasn’t either when I started.” She tells him. “I swore off relationships, wanting to just… fuck around a bit I guess. I think it was hard for Alistair, but he disappeared soon after I admitted it.” She shrugs her shoulders, looking over to him. “And then I met Bastien and became his friend and then a little bit more over time.”
But he mentions summoning a dragon and her eyes widen a small amount before her lips quirk up. “I suppose that’s fair.” Their argument had mostly been barbed, sharpened words. No magic of any kind. “I got an upgrade recently that I think effects Abandoned magic. I have yet to test it though.” It’s a considering thought, but had he tried anything thst night she likely would have attempted it — if for nothing else but to not get burned alive by whatever fiery creature he decided to summon.
Soon, he admits that he’d like to be friends too, and she abandons the chair she’s brought over to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, legs stretched out before her and hands in her lap. “I wasn’t either when I started.” She tells him. “I swore off relationships, wanting to just… fuck around a bit I guess. I think it was hard for Alistair, but he disappeared soon after I admitted it.” She shrugs her shoulders, looking over to him. “And then I met Bastien and became his friend and then a little bit more over time.”
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