✓ - a sexual memory huehue
His employer had it in mind to head to Canterbury Commons; it was a hell of a way from the south-west. So he struck a deal with a small settlement they came across; 30 caps and he got to borrow a bed for the night, and carry on heading north in the morning. It would have cost another 30 for Charon, so he didn’t bother. Did it really matter where the slave slept?
“Big Town” really didn’t live up to its name. Charon stood at the back of Red’s little clinic, leaning against the wall and staring at the moon through blue cigarette smoke. If nothing else, even if it meant sleeping in the trash heap at the back of town, he had this moments’ peace. His collar pulled with every tiny movement of his head; so he didn’t turn to look as the sound of someone’s boots on the dirt approached him.
“So, like… you’re a slave, huh? That must suck…”
The sullen tone of her voice and the directness of her question made him look down at her in mild surprise. Powder-pale with brownish blonde hair almost falling over one eye - probably pretty, under that weird layer of chalk.
“Ugh…” she sighed, shifting closer and rolling her black-lined eyes, “Everything about this world sucks… but at least it’ll all be over soon…”
“You expecting something?”
She delivered this statement with such dramatic gravity, he almost laughed. No shit, honey. Still smiling, he blew smoke away from her, and saw her studying him, looking him over with morbid fascination, out of the corner of his eye.
“… What’s your name?” she asked.
“Wow… like the god of death’s ferryman, right…?”
He nodded, openly impressed. He hadn’t the heart to tell her it wasn’t real, or that it had been given to him by an owner. “You know mythology?”
“A little… I’m Bittercup…” she replied as she took the cigarette he offered. Letting out a sigh, she stared over the quiet little houses in front of them. “I like it at night.”
He nodded. “Yeah… I guess. It’s a decent cover for my work, anyway.”
She let out a slight giggle and tried to smother it, turning it into a bored sound of a agreement as she handed his cigarette back.
Looking down at her, he saw the look in her eye and nodded sombrely. Maybe he’d found somewhere to sleep tonight, after all.
