#convictedfeathers

TO: Simon FROM: Bunji

“Simon? Babe, can I borrow you for half a second, I need to suss something out real quick.”

“... Simon... ? Is that you?”

Rosa’s tone was a pathetic one and muffled partly by the living room rug where she was spread-eagled. Normally she might’ve lifted her gaze to greet him, but with the way her back was acting up it wouldn’t let her. Kratos was even looming over her with a distinct look of concern and worry.

Force my muse’s arm behind their back.

That violent wrench in Rosa’s shoulder was painful and unexpected on the whole– it dragged a livid snarl and a show of teeth out of her, and if her assailant had been anyone else in the world she would’ve put them through the floor (or tried to). Maybe Simon was only trying to stop her while she was ahead in an effort to cut her current warpath short, but it was having the opposite effect and she could feel her temper slipping at an alarming rate.

TO: Simon Blackquill FROM: Rosa Cervantes

[TXT] I don't know if this will get to you but I had to try [TXT] The city threw me in Sia. I've been here before it'll be fine [TXT] I'm more worried about you. I know they were taking people’s weapons. Please for the love of all that's holy try to stay safe [TXT] I'll be okay

She couldn't tell yet if that was a lie.