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they'd narrowly escaped the assassins that had been sent, hot on the heels of the exiled queen. fast feet && cunning minds, the pair were quick enough to evade the attack, but it had come at a price. haspira now pressed cool, damp leaves to a gash in her bicep, from an arrow that had been aimed for her heart. this is what it takes to protect the queen you chose to serve - and haspira held no regrets about leaping in front of zahra as the arrow whistled through the air. eyes rose in the flickering of firelight from their cave of refuge for the night, and she gave a tight-lipped smile through the shooting tendrils of pain. " perhaps not. " she agreed, when usually, she'd take the moment to praise her former queen. " but you did, as did i. next time, we will have to be smarter. not get so comfortable. taking us by surprise was our mistake, i'm afraid. "

ㅤㅤ" well— are you... satisfied with an average life? "

Stepping into the warmth of the tavern, Niamh tried to shake the snow from her curls and stomp it off of her boots. No one seemed to pay her any mind and the atmosphere was pleasant. She couldn't wait to get a hot meal and a warm drink.

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heat rose to haspira's cheeks like the kiss of the sun, as if shame itself responded to zahra's voice, brimming && bubbling over in the heart of a sinner. her whole life felt marred with such a sensation; the oppression of responsibility, of failure, of not being taken seriously. how dutiful loyalty had been repaid in blood && loss, how she now fought against a world that begged her to be silent, to be still. how her undying devotion to a queen of exile came from a deeply selfish place, rooted in all the broken promises of her own past, all the wars she hadn't won for herself. kohl rimmed eyes could not bear to come up && meet her queen's, though it did still her busy hands, and encourage a spike in heartrate. was she so easily read now? could zahra see beyond the exterior with such clarity now? it was an unnerving feeling, to be seen. " it is hard not to feel lost in my regrets during these brutal, cold months. " haspira finally answered, without really saying anything, teeth sinking into the fleshy part of the inside of her cheek.

❛   trust  me,  i’ve  heard  all  about  your  ethics.  you  pirate  type  are  all  the  same,  and  you  sure  do  like  to  go  on  and  on  about  it.   ❜   hopping  from  𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑  𝒕𝒐  𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑  had  that  effect  on  buffy.  although,  she  had  to  admit  —-  she  did  find  that  some  were  kinder  than  others.  yet  ,  now  —  gazing  down  the  length  of  the  other  woman’s  sword  …  she’s  not  so  sure  she  was  very  lucky  in  that  regard. 

"What, are you scared of a little challenge?" Riley scoffed.

The job she proposed they accept had a higher reward than what most offered, but with great rewards there was also a great chance of being maimed, lose a limb or two, or simply die. She enjoyed living on the wild side though and so the risk that deterred most was precisely what attracted her. Then there was the other option: a much smaller reward, but also a much safer bet. Well, as safe as mercenary work could get. Death always was an occupational hazard after all.

She didn't know why she even cared in the first place whether Theo agreed on the job or not. It's not like they were partners. Riley barely concealed a shudder at the mere thought.

"Eh," Riley shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going after the big payout. If I survive then I have a fun story and if I don't then it doesn't matter."

Knuckles turned white, fingers curling around the hilt of her shortsword, the bow that was slung across her torso feeling tighter against her, and Kalani clenched her jaw. Sucking in a sharp breath, she forced herself to push onwards. The house at the end of the lane was all she was told, which sounded vague and confusing, but now that she saw the little village in person it made sense. Rhiannon's house was the only one at the end and the closer Kalani got the more whispers she heard follow her questioning her choice and warnings hissed out at her to stay away, but she'd already made up her mind.

Kalani made it to the front door and knocked. If she was going to kill the woman anyway what harm did it do to see what she was like first, right? But maybe this was a bad idea and she should turn around, just quit her job, and- And the door opened.

"Rhiannon." She startled despite having been the one to initiate the encounter. Secretly she'd hoped the other woman wasn't going to be home.

"I-" really should've thought of what to say before this, was she thought in silent scolding. At a glance the witch didn't seem like some blight to be eradicated like the cold tone with which her family had spoken of her led Kalani to believe. "Guess I was curious," she settled with after a beat. "A lot of people told me to stay away when I got here, but..." She trailed off and shifted her weight from one foot to the other then shook her head. "I've made it about thirty seconds without being turned into a rat, which doesn't seem like such a bad life to have anyway, so you can't be that bad." Kalani joked with a bashful grin. Yeah, she really should've thought this out better.