#beregosts

[lordsrot]

He had been not but a lingering figure in the absence of light. Letting the shadows shallow his form whole. Silently he had watched the far smaller woman sneak about the makeshift camp he had put together. A handful of supplies had fallen captive to her sticky figures. It's only when she reaches for something of greater value, wrapped tight in a dark cloth, does he shatter his silence.

"You may one day lose the hands you thieve so confidently with." He speaks from the darkness, yet does not relive himself. "By those swift enough to catch you, or the souvenir which you pocket."

@beregosts

[feretra]

@beregosts: " none of us are safe. but i think you know that better than any of us, don't you?

It’s a wretched exceptionalism, she thinks. Standing out to others for not only being the runt of her litter, but because her family wanted her to never know the meaning of peace. Not not, or ever.

“I suppose so,” she murmurs with a quiet timbre, amber eyes summiting upwards. These hands have performed this task hundreds of times before – memorized all the details required – and it does not need her full focus any longer. A strand of sinew wrapped about ring and middle finger to keep tension as Salome pulls tight against fletch and frame of an arrow. The other end wedged haphazardly between patchwork scar knees. “But I try t’not think about what would happen t’me if my safety net fails me. I’d rather be dead, t’be honest.”