agameofkings:
Bad bad was certainly one way to describe it. He had known it was coming, something sent as a reminder of a debt he’d owed. It was because she’d been there so often, so frequent. The scarred reminder of the reason he’d lost control the last time, probably the one reason he always would. As it turned out, Caiden always had a line and it began and ended with her. He’d finished with the magic easily, a routine almost before kicking at the box with booted foot - almost as if expecting a reaction. “Could always be worse.” Honest, grounded answer before a slightly bittersweet laugh. “I don’t think someone’s very happy with me, but Little do I intend to let you fall victim to that.” Reassured, turning to face her. It was as close to a vow as he’d make, eventually learning to open up, to give something for her to take, after all these years they’d spent dancing around one another.
there was always a time and place for curiosities and questions, but this moment wasn’t one of them. that was something the slave had learned early on in her time within the cells: when to question, when to not. so she stood quietly at his side, watched him work on something she still didn’t understand. couldn’t quite begin to understand and as much as her tongue itched to let loose the barrage of questions, she took it all in, instead. right up until he kicked the box. that made her jump, just slightly before she looked back up at him, one brow arched in slight amusement. “Could have been a bomb.” it was agreement, dramatic as it may have been. when he turned to look at her, letta pulled her attention up to meet his own, mouth opening - once again ready to give into the itch - but she closed it and gave a nod. all this time they spent together and she knew about as much as he was willing to give. she had it all, which meant asking for more before he was ready was pointless. but - that was something she understood. letta had become all too professional at keeping personal information at bay. “I know.”















