#seafeign

            ❝  who are you calling    𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓? ❞  

starter for my darling @seafeign​

    there’s fresh blood dripping down along his arm but six doesn’t care, teeth gritted he swings his great sword at the screeching draugr one more time. the ancient warriors are not pleased by the sudden interest in their hidden tomb — he doesn't blame them, no

    no, in fact six also shared their annoyance when he first got a glimpse of the figure clad in black leather staying in the shadows just conveniently a couple yards behind him at every turn.  this was supposed to be a mission for one, if he wanted company, he would have asked for it. 

    a low grunt is heard as he beheads yet another undead soldier, but it doesn't seem to matter much as many more slowly climb out of their bunks. another grunt and the sound of iron meeting bone follows, six holds his ground but there is only that much patience he can muster ( objectively speaking, none ) before turning his head away from the undead and shouting in the general direction where he suspects the other is.

He crowds her then, pushing back against her until all that fills her vision is his dark frame and her back stiffens against the wood he presses her against; his scent filling her senses and instinctively; she raises her hands, fingers gripping him the lapels of his coat as he eyes return the intense gaze he is giving her, the sneer on his lips sharp enough to cut deep into her as he speaks.

‘No one is asking or demanding you to jump or anything else of the sort, Killian.’ Anger flares at the intensity of his words and she follows when he steps away from her, hands gripping his coat until she pushes him back against the confined space of the room this time; emerald eyes staring up into his oceans intensely, as if asking him to test her.

‘Doing good has not a damn thing to do with my parents. Doing good has to do with the type of person you are, Killian. If you were such a damn villain, then why have you risked your skin so often now huh?’ She releases his coat then, hands falling down to her sides as she continues to stare up at him; not moving from her position, body almost flush with his as she takes a deep breath.