well he hadn’t expected her to ask for a job … but he understood how she felt. this job had saved him from utter madness that would have resulted if he had continued doing nothing for another thousand years. it gave him something to do, gave him purpose, even if the job itself was insignificant. he chuckled at her next comment though, & got her a glass of whiskey. ❛ yeah. i think i could work something out. ❜
she took in a deep breath and a stone fell from her heart; something oona wasn't aware of. his positive answer, however, enthused the famine. she remains silent through sipping on her drink in small intervals and when dark orbs flick back to him, toothy smile graces her face. ❝ you are a SWEETHEART, you know. really cute. ❞











