#aladyonce

@aladyonce

and by the Light, she wasn’t kidding. he finds himself shuddering as she takes advantage of his mostly unclothed frame, clever fingers finding themselves trailing along the sides of his abdomen. at least he doesn’t yelp.

“Audrey-” instead, he finds himself scowling, his voice taking an authoritative edge he didn’t think himself capable of. “This is… hardly appropriate.”

          “Greedy bastards.” His gritty voice hissed out as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater --- feeling absolutely naked with neither his vest nor overcoat to keep him concealed. It was far from the weather one would typically don his usual garb, but that never stopped him before. He’d be wrapped in his fur and leather as the sun pounded down on his back no matter the occasion. Thankfully, it was often rather cool near the water’s edge where the Hamlet lie in wait for its unfortunate visitors to approach.

          Dismas did not appear like this of his own free will, however. His belongings had been compromised --- too many holes in his coat and too dull was his blade, he’d been told with a short attitude by the keepers of this place as his worldly items were confiscated to the Blacksmith’s forge. He could SCOFF in the face of the man who called his blade dull. He was anything if not particular how his weapons were kept. Yet, he was in no mood to start a fight with the locals when he’d already gotten shit over his last ( drunken ) outburst. He supposed he was due for new padding and patches, but that did nothing to lighten his mood. Now, he couldn’t even get a drink in the lousy tavern of all places since all his coin was stuffed away in the pockets of his overcoat. He’d thought he could convince the barmaid for a drink on the house for all his trouble, but he was sorely mistaken.

i used to rp tommy shepherd ages ago

So far the expedition into the Warrens had been uneventful, until a few moments ago when they had been ambushed by some sort of monster that resembled a pig, yet stood upright like a man. He’d managed to escape the encounter unharmed, but his companion hadn’t, much to his dismay. 

@aladyonce

she supposed it was only a matter of time before her compatriots reasoned out the uncanny similarities in the hooded cloak she took wearing versus that of the brigands, how her manner of speech mimicked the same cruel timbre of the cuthroats and raiders. served her right, she supposed, to be unable to fully escape her past.

she didn’t deserve it.

“Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly presented with a wide range a’ choices to earn coin. No heirs who weren’t particularly picky with which poor blokes they hire, not ta’ mention that I wasn’t particularly interested with the ‘honest’ living of being a woman of the night. I was good with a bow, led to me hunting. Brigands needed meat and paid fair for it.” 

a deep sigh blew past her lips, brow furrowing as she remembered the wicked chain of events that cleaved her interests to that of the bandits closer and closer. 

“Hunting beasts led to ‘em wanting me to hunt... other game. They paid quite well for that too. Didn’t care for the longest while, told meself it was all worth it... till I realized how full of shit I was.” 

there was more to it than that and the sudden shift in her story’s structure all but declares that to Audrey, but that’s all she’s getting at this juncture- that and a pair of crossed arms, a challenging glare.

Ah.

audrey, pulling a knife on him: unhand it