for SUHUI / @legacykills
it had been a moment of weakness, really, when she agreed to this. not that she had much of a choice, but perhaps there could’ve been more of a negotiation than an outright surrender. either way, dwelling on her past, no matter how recent, is far from what surin is interested in. so she takes the shoddy deal in stride, walks to their designated meeting place with an air of nonchalance, and schools her expression when she finds suhui waiting there, shrouded by the shadows.
looks like she’s the late one for once.
“here,” surin says, offering the pouch of gold and silver to suhui in the same manner she’d done the previous six times—a clipped tone remedied by a gentle smile. “as agreed on.”
she finds herself rooted to the ground, idly waiting for something or nothing. after all, suhui has given her good reason to. then, that nagging voice in her head quickly reminds her of the handmaiden’s position and her proximity to aeon, goads her until the words are right on the tip of her tongue. surin bites down on them before they make it out, smile turning sheepish in turn.
“actually, would you be amenable to changing the terms of our arrangement?” she asks, grabbing onto the hem of suhui’s sleeve should she choose to walk away.
three months is far from long. she’s dealt with longer before and she’ll gladly deal with it again if that means securing a chance to properly see a dragon without the rumoured death sentence.
“i’m afraid rising travel expenses isn’t quite cutting it for our accountant anymore.”