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[forestgr4ve]

cont. from here ! / @laperlina

as her chin is taken in between adella's fingers, she struggles to keep her calm composure. sabina is, by nature, hard to frighten. but there is something about the tone and the words spoken, that strikes a deep, primal part of her. a part that screams she is prey staring down a predator. her cheek twitches as the peck is laid - the only visible sign of her weakness. “ if you are not careful, perhaps not even that will be left. ”

[forestgr4ve]

@unlore / cont.  from  here  !

she's  a  little  speechless,  truly.  an  affliction  that  doesn't  affect  her  much.  while  she  does  know  of  mages  who  can  turn  into  birds,  she  is  not  one  of  them.  she  is  stunned  even  further  by  the  appearance  of  the  bird,  never  actually  expecting  it  to  come  so  easily.  she  stares  for  several  moments  as  ankha  feeds  and  coos  at  the  animal.  “  no,  just  that  i  see  more  than  the  normal  person.  but  now  that  we've  dissected  it,  it  sounds  a  lot  less  interesting.  ”  she  pouts  slightly,  people  usually  find  her  descriptions  much  more  humorous.  she  looks  at  the  bird  one  more  time  before  turning  her  gaze  back  to  ankha.  “  will  they  bite  if  i  try  to  pet  them?  ”

[forestgr4ve]

⤷ cont. from x ! / @nota1one

the walk had been nice before this moment - the brisk air was invigorating in just the way that she needed. even the sound of bob shoes kicking the rocks and pebbles was soothing, in a way. so the hard clunk of metal instead of stone immediately catches her attention, eyes pinched to make out the object in the dark light. her companion reaches for it faster than she can and holds it between them. the gun gleams under the streetlights in a way that seems menacing and she itches to want to take it from his hands. at his wide eyed stare, there’s a moment where she attempts to joke to release the tension of the moment. the look on bob’s face makes her own anxiety creep up her throat. 

she wants to grab the weapon from him, but is even more worried about startling him while it's in his hands. the last thing she would want is for it to go off. it would be just their luck that it goes straight into one of their feet. so when he moves to drop it into his pocket, her eyes go wide at him and her head shakes slightly. that’s just as stupid as those people who carry their pistols in the back of their pants and are surprised when they shoot their ass cheeks off. there’s a small sigh of relief when it's placed into the tote bag instead. she offers to take it from him, reaching her hand out to take hold of the straps if he wants her too. 

“i mean, we should definitely tell security.” she doesn’t think everyone needs to know. it was most likely thrown or dropped here, doubting that a single gun was left here before an attack or as a warning. and honestly, she would rather avoid being told that she’s overreacting about it. “but, yeah. pretty serious. pretty unlikely that it was just dropped here by accident. probably dumped after a crime.” she shrugs casually, but her eyes are still drawn to the weapon. signalling her own distaste for the item. perhaps its because she possesses magic, but she has always felt they were useless, a liability. why use something so volatile when you can be your own controlled weapon. “ it’s probably nothing to worry about.” her attempt at reassurance is matched with a small smile on her face and an encouraging, light pat on his shoulder. 

[forestgr4ve]

@todrawblood . “ you kill anybody? ”

she ‘hmmphs’ in faux offense at his question. " no, " her arms cross against her chest as she speaks. " i am capable of going a single day without committing murder, you know. " it’s honestly a fair question from him and it would be fair for her to ask the same. they are, of course, former professional assassins — killing happens regularly around the pair.

that is not to say of course that it still couldn't. the night is still young, but she would rather avoid it this time unless necessary. they are meant to be staying incognito. she holds up her bounty towards him - a large bag filled with various kinds of fruit. " paid for with my own money, mind you. " she couldn't resist when she saw them, reminding her too much of the treats she would get at home.

[forestgr4ve]

cont. from here ! / @antlurabbit

“ so, what? mind over matter? ” the incredulity is clear in her tone, “ if it was that simple. more people would certainly be able to overcome their natures. ” sabina is not intending on provoking an argument, especially not with her companion. but, it's not always easy for her to hide disagreement from her tone.

“ perhaps in another life i could be anything i wanted. but i don't believe it is true for this one. ” her words have turned wistful and tinged with bitterness. dark eyes leave violet and turn to see what she is looking at, scanning the clouds for whatever has captured the other's attention. “ regardless, its pointless. ”

[forestgr4ve]

there's been a constant buzzing in their ears since they became inquisitor. a feeling of unreality dogging her every step. it's a wonder she hasn't cracked yet under the weight of everyone's expectations. there had been a moment, right at the very beginning once the dust had started to settle, that perhaps she could do this. that the training they had received as the clan's first would be enough to pull them through. but that hope had been scurried away as she raised a sword above a crowd of people that were relying on their protection.

@nargaladh , ephram : “ a word from you could save their lives. ”

they find that it takes a staggering amount of effort not to snap at ephram after he speaks. because she knows this. that suddenly their words now hold the power of life and death. their actions creating rippling effects that they could never foresee. so, she bristles at the voice in her ear. but, she also knows they didn't mean it to be unkind. this fact cools their temper and instead allows them to give him a brief nod of acknowledgment instead.

she braces herself, slipping on the mask that she has only recently learned to wear and takes control. ordering the chaos with their words, just like ephram said, to save other's lives. it's only after the work has finished and the mask has been removed do they find the other again. placing themselves down in a seat next to them. “ sometimes i really wonder if all this is enough. ” they are the first words spoken directly to him all day, as if he had spoken to her only minutes ago and not hours. “ i dread the day when it isn't. ”