#rdr2 kira

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Continued from here.

For all her worrying talk, Spoons continued to casually wipe the bar clean before moving onto the glasses. There was always something to do here. It was like running a giant, drunken nursery sometimes.

“Could be,” she replied after a moment’s silence. “Saw some men mon pere worked for ‘fore they, ah. ‘fore they –”

She paused her work to mimic a handgun, as subtle as she could to keep anyone from the outside from knowing what she was talking about.

“They ain’t ness- ness…” She frowned as she could simply not figure out how to say the word. “Ah. Maybe will not? Look for me, yeah? Mais, ya run if somethin’ starts, ya hear me?”

This woman, her accent was so heavy and manner of speaking always took Kira by surprise. You’d think by now she’d be able to decipher the slang. But alas, it was likely all over her face that certain things she didn’t understand. Until the hand motion. Everything became fairly clear. Things might get violent in here soon and she was being looked out for.

What a kind woman. Kira didn’t even work here. Then again, dead clients are no good either she supposed.

“Ah.” Kira fidgets with her half full glass now. Stealing slight glances to the men she was referring to. Rough lot. “Of course. But managing a bar, I’m sure you’re experienced in what to do in case things ever get out of hand eh?”

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“ all these bastards must be guarding something.”

*: ･ﾟ✧   red dead redemption 2 ( part 5.)

“That very well may be- however, it is of my honest opinion that perhaps they only put a show of guarding something. You put that much protection around a carriage and you’re going to draw all the wrong kinds of attention. 

The one they guard the heaviest is not always the one that holds value. If there’s any more to follow this one that has more modest accommodations....

Lets just say looks can be deceiving dear.”

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“Was your first husband a victim of mysterious circumstances?”

“Not quite, I’m well aware who murdered my late husband. Just that the law is too interested in their judgments of my husband’s past occupation and moral integrity to actually dispense any justice.

Apparently not everyone on this earth makes mistakes.”

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"I suppose you are in the perfect city if your goal is to have a string of murdered husbands."

“Well, I’m already down one. If I got married again, it wouldn’t surprise me to lose another. I don’t exactly seem to attract the reputable type.”

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❛ i talk to the gods, but the sky is empty. ❜

Kira herself glances upward, eyes reflecting light in a way reminiscent of the sun. As if she's looking for something; her white lacy gloved hands rest on her hips.

A small sigh escapes her lips before looking back to him.

"Ras have you ever considered that perhaps there is no need for an answer?" Her heels clack as she adjusts her weight in place. She's uncomfortable talking about this sort of thing. Most didn't take well to what she had to say on the matter and Ras... His Gods seemed important to him from the melancholy written on his face.

Such a sad man. Nothing she said would likely make him feel any better.

"I think..." Her hands wring together, hesitant, "I think that if there were Gods, their speech wouldn't be for us to comprehend.

I find comfort in that which I can see. That which I can feel. I fancy that perhaps... there is Gods in the smallest things. In everything. In the sunlight I feel warms my soul."

She bends and plucks a small bundle of wild flowers and tucks it into his breast pocket.

"In the flowers that bring me calm and beauty to the mountainside you love. And perhaps... perhaps it's here. In this moment I share with you now. Give yourself Grace, Raserei. We are small things, insignificant in... in all this significance."

She gestures about, to nature. To the valley below split by the creek, the field of flowers and grasses. To peace.

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‘ you be you and i’ll still be happy ’

”Be… me?” She questions a bit absently. Her fingertips hold the side of her face as she thinks about it.

Kira remembers she used to be fun, she used to be wild. But she’d been so ready for her family, to settle and just be quiet. And now? She had no one, well. No one besides her mercenary friend of course. ‘Friend’ they said.

“Yes, yes of course. I just… I’m afraid I’m not quite as adventurous as I once was. And you seem like a rolling stone. I’d hate to… slow you down I suppose.”

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send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

Kira hadn't noticed it until her friend did. A mistletoe, perched perfectly above them.

Oh. She can't remember the last time she'd kissed anyone at all. Let alone to make merry at Christmas time. Ras didn't celebrate Christmas, did he? But the mistletoe? That wasn't exactly Christmas.

Her heart flutters as she finds her lithe fingers pulling at his shirt. Pulling him down to her level. She can smell his cologne as she does... those flutters turning into racing as he seemed a bit surprised at her forwardness.

Soft lips press to his, lingering slightly. She's savoring this small moment, a moment she was going to continue repeating in her mind late in the night. His facial hair tickles her, her nose brushes against his cheek before she lets him go. Her lips leaving his with a small exhale.

"Happy Yule, Raserei."

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'I want a baby'

Kira pats his arm sympathetically. Truly there's no greater loss than the loss of a child. And Raserei has lost everything from what she's been told. She can sympathize though maybe not empathize entirely. She never knew her child, as she'd miscarried. William died not long after.

Perhaps he'd been thinking on them and the melancholy had struck. She'd not been a stranger to the feeling herself.

"I'm so sorry," She murmurs, "I know you feel the hole in your heart, and nothing is ever gonna fix that. I... sort of understand. I wish things hadn't happened the way they did- I wish that- well."

Kira sighs, pushing up her glasses, "If wishes came true, eh? Perhaps we both will find our peace someday."

Her small and delicate hand rests atop his in reassurance, "I'm sure you will, Ras. And perhaps a baby will come to you along the way. If anything, there's plenty of orphans out there, right?"

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