a son of a; I’M SO SORRY.
They think to themselves that they’ve won.
A celestial, ripe for taking and all by herself. Meek, too. Less likely to put up a fight. And they’re right-- she’s perfectly still, used to this. It makes the process easier, will make the bounty easier. None of them, during their half drunk discussion, could even attempt to figure out why the price on her head was so high, and why the warnings all said ‘armed and dangerous’. Clearly, she’s just a soft thing.
Easy money, though, so it doesn’t matter, does it?
She’s strung up, and the burlap sack is pulled from her head. And oh, how calm she looks, hands and feet chained to the wall and barely ruffled. She’s smiling at them, a slight turn of her lips; a mournful smile, almost as if she’s accepted this. She speaks, voice so soft and low, at first it’s hard to imagine she’d actually spoken. But the words are so haunting, so clear, that it sticks instantly.
“ i am so, so sorry for what’s about to happen to you. “
In their inebriated state, all they can do is pass confused glances back and forth-- one laughs, and almost too suddenly they stop.
The shadows seem to move, and from the dark a voice calls back; it replies to her, voice gravel and dark. It’s angry, whatever lurks in the shade.
The whole of it seems to connect too quickly; how she managed to get around unscathed, how she can be in public, how she never, ever seems bothered by the staring, the open mouth gawking at her and the bounty poster that sits ‘pon every wall. And for those with some clarity, those still looking at her, they watch the warmth in her smile evaporate into something dark.
The room becomes a mess of blood fairly quickly, not a drop touching her. She is left unscathed by the massacre, her eyes hollow as she watches. Perhaps, out of the two of them, she is the real monster. If she is, what does that say about Ellis, for loving every piece of her? A strange thought, one dashed away quickly because, once the slaughter is over she is very suddenly freed.
Stumbles forward, hands peeking from the dark to catch her quickly. They don’t intend to, but they smear blood apon the white of her dress, though she is largely unbothered by such things. Steps closer, drawn into the circle of their arms despite the soft protesting from Ellis.
Dress be damned, she’d rather bathe in blood with them.
“ hello love. “ The words are breathed against their lips, her own arms working their way to their shoulders, rubbing the unarmored spot in slow circles. A noise escapes the tiefling, leaning into the touch, forgoing their concern for the moment to bask in the everything she is. A contented hum drips like honey from their lips, grinning slightly despite the bodies littering the floor. It’s not nearly a romantic scene, but somehow they are more entraced with her like this.
“ you need to stop letting yourself get caught, angel. “
