eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
He knelt against the wall like a cornered animal, and she couldn't blame him for it, but it did help ease the ready tension along her collarbones. He flipped her the finger and she gave him a scoff in return. "Alright. Silent type. Fair enough."
There was a small backpack strapped to her, though, and she pulled it forward. Unfastening the line that held it taut, she rummaged through it for something. Anything. An object that might express her understanding of his situation in a much less aggravated, violent way than before.
Presenting a large apple, she tossed it into his lap - or hand, should his reflexes be sharp. Then, she pulled out a box of cigarettes and pried one of them from it.
"You won't be rid of me that easy. You owe me an explanation, after all, you tried to steal from me." She lifted her guarded gaze toward him before she tied her bag closed and slung it over her shoulders again. "Or maybe you'd like an escort to jail? The governor is a good friend of mine, and I'm sure he won't appreciate a thief in his city. Hell, I might get a reward." The threat was spoken with a casual confidence, offering him only a shrug, before she lit her own cigarette and took a puff from it. He had interrupted the first one she'd been smoking.
There was a small backpack strapped to her, though, and she pulled it forward. Unfastening the line that held it taut, she rummaged through it for something. Anything. An object that might express her understanding of his situation in a much less aggravated, violent way than before.
Presenting a large apple, she tossed it into his lap - or hand, should his reflexes be sharp. Then, she pulled out a box of cigarettes and pried one of them from it.
"You won't be rid of me that easy. You owe me an explanation, after all, you tried to steal from me." She lifted her guarded gaze toward him before she tied her bag closed and slung it over her shoulders again. "Or maybe you'd like an escort to jail? The governor is a good friend of mine, and I'm sure he won't appreciate a thief in his city. Hell, I might get a reward." The threat was spoken with a casual confidence, offering him only a shrug, before she lit her own cigarette and took a puff from it. He had interrupted the first one she'd been smoking.
Aurelia
