the rain drenching his trousers while hands clung to his body to stop the bleeding. now and then raindrops fell from the edge of the roof only to hit his forehead and his cheeks. slowly the cool water washed away the red liquid leaving his body, the knife cut in his side almost his own fault for trying to talk the attacker out of acting so violently, instead of defending himself properly. with a silent and tired sigh, the mortal leaned his head against the wall while closing his remaining healthy eye, the right one having suffered a hard blow. though he had suffered the most out of his attacker and himself, a few good punches had been delivered to the robber too, at least the archer’s aim was still perfectly fine. ❛ aish… ❜ upon hearing approaching footsteps, sichan opened his healthy eye to get a look at the other, his body remained slouched against the building as he was too exhausted to be defensive. ❛ if you’re here to rob me, you’re too late. someone already got my wallet. ❜
“Rob you? I’m not here to rob you,” Brent replied with a sense of annoyance, offended by how the other assumed he was some robber though- was it really that far off from what he was planning on doing that day anyway? He was to head to a mausoleum to retrieve an artifact, for he recieved a client earlier that day that wished to speak to a dead ancestor. But then it got rainy, and he hated walking in a graveyard when the grass was slippery like that, so he called it off.
On the way back, he came across this man who seemed like he received a healthy beating. Who did he piss off, was his first question that he held back. Instead, he decided he might as well do a nice thing, or else his dumb conscience will distract him all day.
“My place is not far though- I can help put a bandaid on your areas that need it. I’m Brent by the way. If you live here then we might just be neighbors.”
