#feretra

“Am I interrupting something?”

"Don't look now, luv, but got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

“ Not as good as me, of course, ” he continues, cleaning off and sheathing his daggers at his hips. “ Still, I appreciate it. ”

❛ it's nothing to worry about. ❜ it definitely looks like something to worry about. she swipes a thumb over her bottom lip, smearing fresh blood over her entire lip like a stain. instead of looking alarmed — it doesn't phase her. it normally doesn't anymore. ❛ it'll heal. ❜ / @feretra

Oh my god, that would be so fucking perfect and yet so hilarious. I can imagine Alkas' hand movements are fast when it comes to bickering. Like trying to possibly make his point clear. Bickering, arguments! That and the body language as Alkas would likely roll their eyes or grin, that sort of thing. How the tongue plays over that bottom lip, something along the lines. There's going to be so many swears when they're bickering ( APPROVED !! )

You both wear your new engagement rings; two golden brands with bloodstones adorned on top. You can't stop looking at the ring. "I don't know why you agreed to this..." You say, looking over at Salome. "I mean, agreeing to be married to some stranger you barely know." And you know what will happen in the end. Death. A beautiful slaughter as you make a different vow, one that is a reverse to: Until Death do us Part. "Well, I assume you know as much as any when you came into contract." / @feretra

Your hands are sore, another burn to your finger. A misfire. You curse underneath your breath as you examine your index finger. Another minor burn to the collection. Collection of mishaps. One hand is on your hip while your head tilts to her direction. "Listen, not my best, but I did in fact murder the dickhead." You saw, your other hand doing a sweeping motion towards the dead guy who laid there, choking on his own blood. Or had choked. He'd been burnt too. Just on the side there, by the shoulder. "You got anything to say, anything at all?" You eye at Salome. Blood was on your cheek, splattered up so that some of it got on your forehead and such. A display of a recent killing. However, it was self-defence. Another Absolute goon.

"Salome——!!" You were more surprised than anything as Salome attempted to choke you. Both on the floor, Salome on top with fingers right at your throat. Laying there, you look up, your brows furrowed together. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the attempt. But yet it seems like it was working, you felt your airways slightly restricted. "Ngh, not bad."