DELPHINE
The shopkeeper had bothered Noah more than he had let on; she could see it in the way he moved, the way he looked at her. Or perhaps that was anxiety, nagging her that because he knew her secret, she was worth less.
Noah’s reaction had been… well, nobody had ever reacted like that when someone spoke badly of her. Bellamy had told her to ignore it—to ignore all the bad things said about him as well, and she’d just… done it, like a good pet. But Noah? He’d pressed the shopkeep to the wall, tossed his wares on the ground, and threatened him.
All because of her.
It was a bit of a turn-on, if she was honest, knowing someone cared about her that much. The gift she had commissioned for him wasn’t done yet, but she was worrying that maybe… the gift wouldn’t say enough. She’d not told him about it yet.
“I… I guess that would make sense.” She murmured, slipping her hands against the crook of his elbow, “So… you’re my teacher today?” She teased, trying to convince herself that he was right—she should know how to defend herself.
She certainly could kill with herbs, and had very little issue doing so. But a weapon? She scrunched her nose in thought—she’d been upset when she had first started learning to trap small game, and skin it. She’d eventually gotten over it.
Noah’s reaction had been… well, nobody had ever reacted like that when someone spoke badly of her. Bellamy had told her to ignore it—to ignore all the bad things said about him as well, and she’d just… done it, like a good pet. But Noah? He’d pressed the shopkeep to the wall, tossed his wares on the ground, and threatened him.
All because of her.
It was a bit of a turn-on, if she was honest, knowing someone cared about her that much. The gift she had commissioned for him wasn’t done yet, but she was worrying that maybe… the gift wouldn’t say enough. She’d not told him about it yet.
“I… I guess that would make sense.” She murmured, slipping her hands against the crook of his elbow, “So… you’re my teacher today?” She teased, trying to convince herself that he was right—she should know how to defend herself.
She certainly could kill with herbs, and had very little issue doing so. But a weapon? She scrunched her nose in thought—she’d been upset when she had first started learning to trap small game, and skin it. She’d eventually gotten over it.
I'd like to see the world upside down,
it could be more beautiful.
