☽ = wandering alone at night .
Llew rubbed at his jaw, scratching with brittle and broken nails as he watched faces and bodies pass the alley he’d set up in, eyes disguised in shaded lenses and silver. Where one hand threatened at scoring his skin, the other flinched and twitched, hovering over his cigarette without touching.Not that one. It was an almost-mantra but never rolled off his tongue, locked in his mouth still. Again and again. Until it wasn’t.Until he caught movement that faintly glittered. Just the smallest hint of loose baubles on the midlander’s gear. Draped like tasseled trophies or plaits in hair, he couldn’t quite see his entire face. Only the cut of his profile.Adventurer. Ul’dah was full of them when the day started to run out. They swarmed at the doors to taverns, some at street corners with hands full of gil. Rarely on the side streets, milling about with the local rabble. As he took two steps out around the corner, he froze, seeing the man’s face turned toward him– staring directly at him. Still swallowed by the shadows cast by the alleyway, he held his breath, and when the midlander looked elsewhere, time restarted. Unseen. He was looking at something else.
Whoever he was, though, Llew thought better of approaching. There was nothing to be gained, there. Not from that one.
