#briyana

Briyana, the Corsair.

Zay sat nestled in front of Cassidy’s TV, wearing a Jabbit onesie, a notepad sat on his lap. Around the corners he’d carefully drawn little love hearts with the letters A + Z + M intricately in there centres. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in Allens arms locked up in Kharris’ bunker, but when he awoke he’d discovered that a full day had passed and he was now at Cassy’s place.

Briyana had explained he wasn’t allowed to leave, but hadn’t said why. Cassidy it seemed was intent to enforce the towns peacekeepers orders, she also wouldn’t tell him why.

Zay sighed as he sat there bored, as nice as Cassidy’s place was, it wasn’t his library and none of his books were here. He was also uneasy about leaving Martyr alone thanks to the ‘Jack’ incidence. The memory off Martyr standing there with the gun pressed to his head sent a cold shiver down his spine.