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[spikejump]

@katorats FROM HERE

"thank you, and sorry for the inconvenience," it's not like fragile doubts the skills of any porter that ends up working for her, whether on contracts or for longer - it's this reputation of hers going straight to the drain that does nothing good for business. at least judging by the likes left by the depo, it seems okwaho's work was much appreciated. "feeling up for another delivery?" beat, gloved fingers typing away on holographic keyboard. "after a good night rest, of course."

[sacredeeer]

he  was  used  to  a  different  kind  of  bonding  -----         the  quiet  ,  wordless  sort  that  came  from  long  hunts  and  longer  days  by  the  water  .  he’d  spent  plenty  of  time  like  that  with  men  he  called  friends  .  even  family  ,  by  the  end  of  it  .  but  more  often  than  not  ,  those  trips  all  wound  up  the  same  way:  him  making  a  damn  fool  of  himself  .  lines  came  up  empty  ,  or  worse  -----  never  got  a  bite  at  all  -----  and  when  patience  ran  thin  ,  he’d  go  and  turn  a  rabbit  into  nothing  but  scattered  meat  and  buckshot  .  that’d  be  supper  ,  whether  anyone  liked  it  or  not  .

          ----------------------------------------------------------------                                               𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅                               @katorats :     " feel like going hunting ? "           ----------------------------------------------------------------

he  dipped  his  hat  low  ,  brim  shadowing  his  shifting  eyes  ,  like  that  might  hide  the  doubt  sitting  plain  on  his  face  .

❝  i  -----  i’m  terrible  .  ❞       he  muttered  .       ❝  ain't  much  use  to  you  .  less  you’re  looking  to  watch  every  deer  in  the  county  bolt  and  hide  .  you’re  better  off  going  with  someone  else  .  ❞

the  hesitation  hung  thick  in  his  words  .  he’d  been  working  on  that  -----  same  as  he’d  been  trying  to  learn  a  steadier  hand  with  a  rod  -----  but  neither  had  come  easy  .  and  truth  be  told  ,  making  a  fool  of  himself  in  front  of  a  stranger  ?

that  was  one  thing  he’d  already  planned  ,  and  failed  ,  to  avoid  today  .

[blacknighted]

@katorats asked: " i want someone to see me. " / THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH: still accepting.

"What? And I'm blind, that it?" Henry stops restringing his bow. The quiet... It takes halfway to trembling like an arresting heart.

And it's interesting. Unfathomably, indescribably so. Henry waits. In truth, he might've believed in the opposite for this creature, for this wandering, shadowed wraith-thing in his thousand-some veils. It should've frightened him to want it, to lay so whittled of his mask as to wear his heart, because, god. What good can ever follow? What boon might one enjoy to be stripped and known? It's dangerous. Like giving up your belly to the point of a dagger! The roadmap. The lay of your flesh where your skin will give.

Henry's hands... One must remember their calluses. And their soft.

"I see you. Always do. And, well, I'd see even more if you'd let me." Would he? The world holds its breath, aborted, static for how all the trees now loom, and through their camp flame — his eyes. Honest. There is nothing, nothing at all, but the crackling of the wood. "Don't matter what you show, does it? Still gonna look at you the same."