Gambit

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Oh, sha.. You ain't still doin' dat? D'you need t'eat? I t'ink de lil' petite monster in m'head would be more'n happy t' go.. well, do de t'ing it were designed fer." He reached over for his hand.

"'M fine.. don't worry 'bout me.. I.. got my fill in the end.. 's fine.." he frowned.

"Dat ain't as reassurin' as you t'ink. Are y'hungry now?"

"Yeah.. but.. I really would rather not eat.. right now.."

"An' if I cooked fer you? Like y'did fer me?"

"How 'bout we go t'my place, an' I'll do some cookin' while you sit on de couch? M'roomate's gone fer de week, big protest gonna happen an' all, so we got de whole place t'ourselves." He offered a smile, a black vein creeping down his arm.

He gave a small smile in return. "That.. sounds great. Besides. Don't t'ink 's a great idea ta be alone right now.."

"Den we can hole in, after Klept goes huntin'. Shouldn' take long, wit' de way t'ings're goin'."

"'Course, sha. Y'ready t'head down dat way, den?"

"I am, yeah.."

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Oh, sha.. You ain't still doin' dat? D'you need t'eat? I t'ink de lil' petite monster in m'head would be more'n happy t' go.. well, do de t'ing it were designed fer." He reached over for his hand.

"'M fine.. don't worry 'bout me.. I.. got my fill in the end.. 's fine.." he frowned.

"Dat ain't as reassurin' as you t'ink. Are y'hungry now?"

"Yeah.. but.. I really would rather not eat.. right now.."

"An' if I cooked fer you? Like y'did fer me?"

"How 'bout we go t'my place, an' I'll do some cookin' while you sit on de couch? M'roomate's gone fer de week, big protest gonna happen an' all, so we got de whole place t'ourselves." He offered a smile, a black vein creeping down his arm.

He gave a small smile in return. "That.. sounds great. Besides. Don't t'ink 's a great idea ta be alone right now.."

"Den we can hole in, after Klept goes huntin'. Shouldn' take long, wit' de way t'ings're goin'."

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Oh, sha.. You ain't still doin' dat? D'you need t'eat? I t'ink de lil' petite monster in m'head would be more'n happy t' go.. well, do de t'ing it were designed fer." He reached over for his hand.

"'M fine.. don't worry 'bout me.. I.. got my fill in the end.. 's fine.." he frowned.

"Dat ain't as reassurin' as you t'ink. Are y'hungry now?"

"Yeah.. but.. I really would rather not eat.. right now.."

"An' if I cooked fer you? Like y'did fer me?"

"How 'bout we go t'my place, an' I'll do some cookin' while you sit on de couch? M'roomate's gone fer de week, big protest gonna happen an' all, so we got de whole place t'ourselves." He offered a smile, a black vein creeping down his arm.

He gave a small smile in return. "That.. sounds great. Besides. Don't t'ink 's a great idea ta be alone right now.."

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Oh, sha.. You ain't still doin' dat? D'you need t'eat? I t'ink de lil' petite monster in m'head would be more'n happy t' go.. well, do de t'ing it were designed fer." He reached over for his hand.

"'M fine.. don't worry 'bout me.. I.. got my fill in the end.. 's fine.." he frowned.

"Dat ain't as reassurin' as you t'ink. Are y'hungry now?"

"Yeah.. but.. I really would rather not eat.. right now.."

"An' if I cooked fer you? Like y'did fer me?"

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Oh, sha.. You ain't still doin' dat? D'you need t'eat? I t'ink de lil' petite monster in m'head would be more'n happy t' go.. well, do de t'ing it were designed fer." He reached over for his hand.

"'M fine.. don't worry 'bout me.. I.. got my fill in the end.. 's fine.." he frowned.

"Dat ain't as reassurin' as you t'ink. Are y'hungry now?"

"Yeah.. but.. I really would rather not eat.. right now.."

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Oh, sha.. You ain't still doin' dat? D'you need t'eat? I t'ink de lil' petite monster in m'head would be more'n happy t' go.. well, do de t'ing it were designed fer." He reached over for his hand.

"'M fine.. don't worry 'bout me.. I.. got my fill in the end.. 's fine.." he frowned.

He frowned. "Non o'dat, y'hear? Jes' say de truth, ain't nut'ing gon' bite ya cause o' it. Dat's de whole point o' partners, oui? Dey tell each odder stuff."

"..right.. sorry." He sighed. "..i did somet'in... stupid.. really really stupid.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "So.. apparently.. my body is so used ta flesh dat anything else I eat I end up throwin' up cuz it can no longer properly digest regular food.. and for awhile I didn't want ta eat nobody. So I sorta.. starved mahself.. because I couldn't eat anyt'in else.. and then eventually I went a bit crazy from starvation.."

"Cuz I need em. Besides I've got others that ain't mine that ya can have." He crossed his arms.

“Do you really need them? Cillian checked her nails. “I prefer my pray squirming.”

"Yes. And I also prefer my pray squirmin'."

"It never was a lifeline." He muttered.

"Not in a way you think. Name's Cillian, horseman of war. You reek of whisky and cigarettes, an, unfortant, familiar scent." She noted, analysing him.

"Surprised I don't reek of anythin' else." He put his hands on his hips. "And nice ta' meet ya'."

He shrugged. "Fair point. Kinda reek of it, don't I?"

He tilted his head. "Huh?"

“Don’t mind Zoë. LeBeau is - something. I may eat people, but at least I’m civilized. Maybe a tad unwell. Et toi? What’s your deal?”

"I eat people, and am very unwell."

“No, I mean how did you get to this state? Other than being very unwell.”

"I know what ya meant. It's a story I don't wanna talk about."

“I’m sure I could draw it out of you.” Cillian held a knife to his neck, her smile sharp and wicked.

He raised a brow. "I mean, ya can try? I'd jus' heal tho."

“Are you always this fucking nonchalant? I’m threatening you, and you just brush it off? Good god. Are all of you like this? I could chew through your neck, and you’d probably just shrug it off.” One very agitated horseman.

He smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, I would just shrug it off."

“I hate you. All of you. Every one of you has some sick sense of humor. Some sort of tranquility with equally matched anger. You may attract my other half like a drop of sugar water, but I will not bend to it.” Cillian gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

"Alright then, don't bend to it." He shrugged.

"Indeed she is." He looked at her. "You okay?"

He gave a nod, as if he inderstood. "Sorry if this is rude to ask, but who am I talkin' to right now?"

“Not at all. ‘M Zoë. Dat was Cillian. Cillian is de Horseman o’ War. Mostly a bastard, but at times, she’s okay.”

He held his hand out to shake hers "well nice ta meet ya, Zoë. Ya seem a bit better than Cillian so far... no offense. But she did try ta kill me."

Zoë shook his hand. “Enchanté. Cillian is very - mean spirited. Yo’ opinion is de normal response. She gets pissed when people are so nonchalant toward her. Den tries t’ kill ‘em, den t’rows a fit when no further response is given.”

"Yeah.. I noticed..

"Well.. least ya got some sense."

“Sense o’ morals?” She tilted her head.

He nodded "yeah."

She blinked. “Both den? Well, sorry ‘bout Cillian. Feel free t’ punch her next time. I can deal.”

He chuckled and nodded "i'll be sure ta do that."

"Cuz I need em. Besides I've got others that ain't mine that ya can have." He crossed his arms.

“Do you really need them? Cillian checked her nails. “I prefer my pray squirming.”

"Yes. And I also prefer my pray squirmin'."

"It never was a lifeline." He muttered.

"Not in a way you think. Name's Cillian, horseman of war. You reek of whisky and cigarettes, an, unfortant, familiar scent." She noted, analysing him.

"Surprised I don't reek of anythin' else." He put his hands on his hips. "And nice ta' meet ya'."

He shrugged. "Fair point. Kinda reek of it, don't I?"

He tilted his head. "Huh?"

“Don’t mind Zoë. LeBeau is - something. I may eat people, but at least I’m civilized. Maybe a tad unwell. Et toi? What’s your deal?”

"I eat people, and am very unwell."

“No, I mean how did you get to this state? Other than being very unwell.”

"I know what ya meant. It's a story I don't wanna talk about."

“I’m sure I could draw it out of you.” Cillian held a knife to his neck, her smile sharp and wicked.

He raised a brow. "I mean, ya can try? I'd jus' heal tho."

“Are you always this fucking nonchalant? I’m threatening you, and you just brush it off? Good god. Are all of you like this? I could chew through your neck, and you’d probably just shrug it off.” One very agitated horseman.

He smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, I would just shrug it off."

“I hate you. All of you. Every one of you has some sick sense of humor. Some sort of tranquility with equally matched anger. You may attract my other half like a drop of sugar water, but I will not bend to it.” Cillian gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

"Alright then, don't bend to it." He shrugged.

"Indeed she is." He looked at her. "You okay?"

He gave a nod, as if he inderstood. "Sorry if this is rude to ask, but who am I talkin' to right now?"

“Not at all. ‘M Zoë. Dat was Cillian. Cillian is de Horseman o’ War. Mostly a bastard, but at times, she’s okay.”

He held his hand out to shake hers "well nice ta meet ya, Zoë. Ya seem a bit better than Cillian so far... no offense. But she did try ta kill me."

Zoë shook his hand. “Enchanté. Cillian is very - mean spirited. Yo’ opinion is de normal response. She gets pissed when people are so nonchalant toward her. Den tries t’ kill ‘em, den t’rows a fit when no further response is given.”

"Yeah.. I noticed..

"Well.. least ya got some sense."

“Sense o’ morals?” She tilted her head.

He nodded "yeah."

"Cuz I need em. Besides I've got others that ain't mine that ya can have." He crossed his arms.

“Do you really need them? Cillian checked her nails. “I prefer my pray squirming.”

"Yes. And I also prefer my pray squirmin'."

"It never was a lifeline." He muttered.

"Not in a way you think. Name's Cillian, horseman of war. You reek of whisky and cigarettes, an, unfortant, familiar scent." She noted, analysing him.

"Surprised I don't reek of anythin' else." He put his hands on his hips. "And nice ta' meet ya'."

He shrugged. "Fair point. Kinda reek of it, don't I?"

He tilted his head. "Huh?"

“Don’t mind Zoë. LeBeau is - something. I may eat people, but at least I’m civilized. Maybe a tad unwell. Et toi? What’s your deal?”

"I eat people, and am very unwell."

“No, I mean how did you get to this state? Other than being very unwell.”

"I know what ya meant. It's a story I don't wanna talk about."

“I’m sure I could draw it out of you.” Cillian held a knife to his neck, her smile sharp and wicked.

He raised a brow. "I mean, ya can try? I'd jus' heal tho."

“Are you always this fucking nonchalant? I’m threatening you, and you just brush it off? Good god. Are all of you like this? I could chew through your neck, and you’d probably just shrug it off.” One very agitated horseman.

He smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, I would just shrug it off."

“I hate you. All of you. Every one of you has some sick sense of humor. Some sort of tranquility with equally matched anger. You may attract my other half like a drop of sugar water, but I will not bend to it.” Cillian gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

"Alright then, don't bend to it." He shrugged.

"Indeed she is." He looked at her. "You okay?"

He gave a nod, as if he inderstood. "Sorry if this is rude to ask, but who am I talkin' to right now?"

“Not at all. ‘M Zoë. Dat was Cillian. Cillian is de Horseman o’ War. Mostly a bastard, but at times, she’s okay.”

He held his hand out to shake hers "well nice ta meet ya, Zoë. Ya seem a bit better than Cillian so far... no offense. But she did try ta kill me."

Zoë shook his hand. “Enchanté. Cillian is very - mean spirited. Yo’ opinion is de normal response. She gets pissed when people are so nonchalant toward her. Den tries t’ kill ‘em, den t’rows a fit when no further response is given.”

"Yeah.. I noticed..

"Well.. least ya got some sense."

"Cuz I need em. Besides I've got others that ain't mine that ya can have." He crossed his arms.

“Do you really need them? Cillian checked her nails. “I prefer my pray squirming.”

"Yes. And I also prefer my pray squirmin'."

"It never was a lifeline." He muttered.

"Not in a way you think. Name's Cillian, horseman of war. You reek of whisky and cigarettes, an, unfortant, familiar scent." She noted, analysing him.

"Surprised I don't reek of anythin' else." He put his hands on his hips. "And nice ta' meet ya'."

He shrugged. "Fair point. Kinda reek of it, don't I?"

He tilted his head. "Huh?"

“Don’t mind Zoë. LeBeau is - something. I may eat people, but at least I’m civilized. Maybe a tad unwell. Et toi? What’s your deal?”

"I eat people, and am very unwell."

“No, I mean how did you get to this state? Other than being very unwell.”

"I know what ya meant. It's a story I don't wanna talk about."

“I’m sure I could draw it out of you.” Cillian held a knife to his neck, her smile sharp and wicked.

He raised a brow. "I mean, ya can try? I'd jus' heal tho."

“Are you always this fucking nonchalant? I’m threatening you, and you just brush it off? Good god. Are all of you like this? I could chew through your neck, and you’d probably just shrug it off.” One very agitated horseman.

He smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, I would just shrug it off."

“I hate you. All of you. Every one of you has some sick sense of humor. Some sort of tranquility with equally matched anger. You may attract my other half like a drop of sugar water, but I will not bend to it.” Cillian gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

"Alright then, don't bend to it." He shrugged.

"Indeed she is." He looked at her. "You okay?"

He gave a nod, as if he inderstood. "Sorry if this is rude to ask, but who am I talkin' to right now?"

“Not at all. ‘M Zoë. Dat was Cillian. Cillian is de Horseman o’ War. Mostly a bastard, but at times, she’s okay.”

He held his hand out to shake hers "well nice ta meet ya, Zoë. Ya seem a bit better than Cillian so far... no offense. But she did try ta kill me."

Zoë shook his hand. “Enchanté. Cillian is very - mean spirited. Yo’ opinion is de normal response. She gets pissed when people are so nonchalant toward her. Den tries t’ kill ‘em, den t’rows a fit when no further response is given.”

"Yeah.. I noticed..

"Cuz I need em. Besides I've got others that ain't mine that ya can have." He crossed his arms.

“Do you really need them? Cillian checked her nails. “I prefer my pray squirming.”

"Yes. And I also prefer my pray squirmin'."

"It never was a lifeline." He muttered.

"Not in a way you think. Name's Cillian, horseman of war. You reek of whisky and cigarettes, an, unfortant, familiar scent." She noted, analysing him.

"Surprised I don't reek of anythin' else." He put his hands on his hips. "And nice ta' meet ya'."

He shrugged. "Fair point. Kinda reek of it, don't I?"

He tilted his head. "Huh?"

“Don’t mind Zoë. LeBeau is - something. I may eat people, but at least I’m civilized. Maybe a tad unwell. Et toi? What’s your deal?”

"I eat people, and am very unwell."

“No, I mean how did you get to this state? Other than being very unwell.”

"I know what ya meant. It's a story I don't wanna talk about."

“I’m sure I could draw it out of you.” Cillian held a knife to his neck, her smile sharp and wicked.

He raised a brow. "I mean, ya can try? I'd jus' heal tho."

“Are you always this fucking nonchalant? I’m threatening you, and you just brush it off? Good god. Are all of you like this? I could chew through your neck, and you’d probably just shrug it off.” One very agitated horseman.

He smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, I would just shrug it off."

“I hate you. All of you. Every one of you has some sick sense of humor. Some sort of tranquility with equally matched anger. You may attract my other half like a drop of sugar water, but I will not bend to it.” Cillian gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

"Alright then, don't bend to it." He shrugged.

"Indeed she is." He looked at her. "You okay?"

He gave a nod, as if he inderstood. "Sorry if this is rude to ask, but who am I talkin' to right now?"

“Not at all. ‘M Zoë. Dat was Cillian. Cillian is de Horseman o’ War. Mostly a bastard, but at times, she’s okay.”

He held his hand out to shake hers "well nice ta meet ya, Zoë. Ya seem a bit better than Cillian so far... no offense. But she did try ta kill me."