mariinera:
she turns her back from a divot in the wall, a small desk filled with books, journals, the occasional candle or shell or two. her head twists back and forth to find the source, finally landing on it. her hair swoops back with a flick of her wrist, a deft hand rests on her hip.
’ well, if you want to suffer from … what was it again … uh … i think it was poisoning and or constriction ? yeah, if you want that, go for it. ’
dark eyes flick over to her, a sly smile on his face. she’s pretty— it’s a shame they hadn’t met sooner. well, better late than never; time to turn up the charms.
“maybe that’s what I want t’happen. y’all got med bay on speed dial right? maybe some counteractant on hand jus’ in case somethin’ happens?” a laugh. “i’m jesse, by the way. blackwatch extraordinaire.”











