sanguris:
kindness is not a virtue known to someone like babette, a soul destroyed in so many ways, marred and turned red with the sadistic nature of vampirism yet she still finds it in her dead heart to reach into one of many pouches at her hip and pull out a small handful of septims, offering them to the emaciated child. it would hardly be missed. “i am more than i seem, as is often the case with the dark brotherhood.” for now, she keeps the ugly details of her nature to herself, instead choosing to grin just a hair wider and take seat on a pile of stones not far off.
“you are more than you seem as well. the motion of events you’ve set off have been rather… insidious. as i understand, there’s a number of orphans wishing to join the brotherhood.” as expected, she’s hardly disappointed by that fact. to warp the mind of such innocence, without the lengthy trials she herself went through? it fills her with horrific glee. “well done.”
he takes the offered coins after careful consideration and tucks it in his pockets, "hey, thanks! what’s your name?"
one should not take gifts from strangers as mother often told him, but a septim is a septim and accepting a gift from one child to another isn't so bad. does the dark brotherhood accept children as young as her? she is a child, he believes —— she looks like one, even if she says she is more.
"mmm. i want to be an assassin, too, but... but! i need to go back to riften first.”
aventus doesn't understand what more means. or what she's trying to say. not really. he rocks on his heels, watching as she sits, as if she's... waiting. for an answer? but what are the questions. where are the questions. where. he needs an answer, quick, needs to look good in front of a member of the brotherhood.
"you're not here to kill me, are you? i mean, if you wanted to... i'd already be dead by now!"
