#bastardkidd

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@bastard-kidd

       “It took some time to find you. You’re quite the slippery snake.” His sword remained sheathed at his side, his hidden blade tucked neatly into its arm brace and covered by the material of his sleeves. “You must know by now that I’m not here to fight. Only to talk.” The Templar leaned forwards a bit. “I must know what happened in Port-au-Prince.”

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@bastard-kidd​||Continued from: x

Aurélie—Helen had been under the impression that she’d heard a noise of sorts, perhaps she hadn’t, perhaps it had been her mind playing tricks on her, perhaps she was eager for a distraction. Either way curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. Although not a particularly impulsive woman, Helen had gone to investigate.

“Hello?” Her voice is tentative as she slowly makes her way into the room, the clacking of her heels echoing through the confined space. Small ones of course, kitten heels, anything bigger and she might’ve taken a hell of a lot longer to get here. Not that it matters, she still comes to an abrupt stop the moment her eyes catch sight of the blood.

Eyes widen and a gasp passes her lips, a part of her wants nothing more than to go back and pretend she’s seen nothing. That everything is still same old, same old. However she had come here for a reason and she wasn’t leaving until she got to the bottom of it. “Anyone there?”