|| ( ❖ ) || — Had it not been for the woman’s shout, it may have been Gwaine leaned against the wall motionless. Though, unlike the man, he would not have been simply knocked out like his attacker but rather, dead. He stepped away from the man and took a deep breath, eyes shutting tightly as he repeated soft words to calm himself. Still had an edge, the brunette did, but the near-murderous gaze in his eyes had faded entirely.
Turning to Wendy, Gwaine’s shoulders fell as a sigh passed and a smile formed. Nodding his head, he walked over to her and stopped right in front, shoving his hands into his pockets.
❝ Thank you. Though you do know I can’t just go and not do something in return, right? ❞ He questioned, looking down for a moment, a gesture that could almost be described as sheepish, before regaining his usual confidence.
It was an odd thing, his compulsion to follow a code of honour from days before his time. But it hummed in his mind and would not allow itself to be forgotten, and it was far easier to listen than deny it.
—— Besides, arguably he did owe her.
WENDY WAS WALKING HOME when she
saw the hooded figure turn down the
dimly lit street. if it wasn’t for her curiosity,
she never would have followed him, and
she would not have been able to warn the
other man of the impending danger.
when it was over, she stood MOTIONLESS,
still trying to process the event that had
transpired so quickly before her. It was
SURREAL; like a scene she was witnessing
in a movie, or a story she invented.
as the stranger stepped closer, she
found herself surprised at how QUICKLY
he regained composure. despite his
violent display,
( though it’s not as if the other man gave him much of a CHOICE )
he was quick to show gratitude. in response
she gave a small smile, yet she felt as though
she had not done anything that was worth a fuss.
❝ please. you don’t owe me anything. ❞
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