Mar 25, 2019
What's This?
His hands dart under his cloak again and he hunches his shoulders to better cover the existence of the object in his hands.
Nothing.
He hisses, his teeth clipping the word as short and blunt before he turns around to face the woman. Clutched in a hidden hand, resting against the back of his hip is one of Ishtar’s old nacklaces. He could say it wasn’t “technically” stolen from HER, since there were many different universes, but that too would be a lie since he’d held onto it from long before, in Judgral. He rubs his thumb over the tiny diamond encrusted cross.
What are you doing here? You should go.
