I AM DEATH

HER HEAD TILTS to the side in a questioning manner, as if she cannot fully comprehend what he’s doing. perhaps she just hasn’t spent enough time around people, or maybe there was something different about him that she understood on a level the thief was not ready to admit. “take a few breaths, it’s fine.” gaze darts away, allows him moments to compose while her fingers slip to touch the soft blade of discipline. “what did they look like?”

FROWN DEEPENS ON her lips, but the thief does not speak for nearly a minute -- instead studying the way he moved and the many expressions that flickered across his features, as if she were fascinated by him. “i suppose it is.” her back straightens, and she hums thoughtfully. “where did you see them last? maybe i can help.”

GAZE LIFTS WITH a swift sharpness, narrowing upon the target in front of her. she’s ITCHING to throw her daggers, hand twitching dramatically near her belt as the person slowly falls from her view. shoulders slump, and she’s about to get up when she spots him. “i thought i told you to not come up here anymore? it’s DANGEROUS.”