@blodigfyrste
Every swivel of the palomino’s ears, every huff of her breath, made the adrenaline sharper. Energy crawling through Mammon’s veins, resting in his chest to draw out the heartbeats into infinity.
He could hear the train coming.
Casting a glance over at his partner, Belphegor, he felt as though nothing had to be said. The raw excitement of these heists would never let them go; the two of them were bound forever in this everlasting dance.
“Easy,” he murmured, patting Fantasma’s side, and the mare flicked an ear, settling a bit.
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Thrill of the chase, making one’s heart race faster than a speeding train but with no tracks to guide it. Why follow the beaten path when you could do something incredibly stupid instead.
But it’s also stupid fun.
Ride or die.
As much more likely as it is to die, why not give it a shot. Everyone dies eventually. Why die sad and alone after 50 long years of the same old shit. Why survive when you could LIVE.
With a twisted grin, the over grown child rubs his eyes under that messy mop. It’s a wonder how sand can get past the shield if hair, but it does.
Once clear of debris, he tears his veiled eyes off the train to cast a last glance at his... partner? Is that what they had agreed on? Traveling buddies. The two amigos (was that a little touchy on sensitive topics? probably) back at it again on the open trail, about to hop aboard a moving train
Who needs a ticket when you’ve got your wits?
“You’ve gotten sentimental about that horse. A shame you’re gonna have to leave her behind.” It’s hard to sound sincere when you’re not only uncaring, but also not trying to sound the part at all.
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