illchopitoff
IT WAS THE SWIFT PASSING OF another which seizes her attention so, gilded hues attuned well to their blurred figure with ease as they dash forward. an item -- that of a larger box -- remains tucked beneath an arm, one glance to toward the opposite direction which they flee an indicator itself that it was something they had not simply happened upon. to witness thievery in broad daylight... this city continued usher in subtle surprises in comparison to the mischief cloaked within darkness that was known as paris. this little predicament did not concern her in the slightest, and yet...
launching forth, the distance that had been made between her and the culprit dwindled until she lands before him. with a swing of her arm does cement meet hardened wood, emitting a loud crack as a coffin plants itself in front of the man who seemed too occupied in glancing backward. moments pass before the man lets out a yelp, colliding into the makeshift barricade and tumbling backward, the package itself toppling away from his grasp. eyes drift to where the dazed man lays, only lifting themselves toward the blond stranger as he approaches moments later.
❝ This is your possession, isn’t it? ❞
