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A genuine smile at the admission “That's the conclusion I arrived to” and she didn't doubt he was telling the truth about the nature of his business, he wouldn't have helped her or demanded compensation at least for being a night guard. Never thought she would be happy to discover someone is an assassin though.
“I get an another form of, sort of payment for my kills, but I take it from the target.” again a quite rocky territory, but Cindy thought if he opened up, only fair if she does the same
“In Hell I earn well with cage fights and spontaneous little concerts. I actually wrote a diss track about Mammon.”
A smile so bright as she mentioned her passion and latest achievement, however her blinks growing slower and more prolonged as exhaustion was settling over her at last.
“You won't politely escort me out after I wake up?” Cindy asked with mild confusion, she thought the stay only meant the night
“I will be healed by then for sure, I would understand. Or does Wrathian hospitality extend to such level?” she curled carefully to avoid opening the wound, her hold on the comfort pillow nowhere as tight as before
She was safe.
That feeling was something foreign. The bed felt even softer after her tortured mind finally decided to fully believe his words.
“Thank you.” for everything
“Goodnight Striker” the entity flashed a last tired smile with a shimmer of closing jade eyes. It took approximately a minute for deep, dreamless sleep to take her under its wing.
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The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would’ve joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth’s linger close to her chest.
Observant or maybe she wasn’t couldn’t downplay her reactions enough in this state.
A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.
“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn’t a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”
Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.
“It’s not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain
“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven’t been in one since I’ve- since…this isn’t a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn’t it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life
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