#sinnersall

Faron didn't take his reactive nature of latter uncomfortable or disconcerting. He had his reasons to feel the way he did. But it wasn't because of Woochi, much to assume his own troubles on such a matter - Faron was patient and waited any words he had to spare for him. Although as Woochi's looks gave, Faron's hadn't. He knew better than to rush words from him either, it was a  fragile question at hand. Faron listened though, the words: so far already might’ve made his assumptions jump. But he didn’t second guess Woochi, and as soon as the resting distance closed - his frame tilted and his head rested atop his own. Quiet for the most part, he didn’t want to interrupt.

Faron heard him out without a problem, however, his wishes weren’t discarded. His digits curled around to grasp onto his in a reassuring squeeze, humming softly - he wanted to speak but not yet. 

Hands move, slipping up a grasp at his wrists below the cuffs - all before landing them to grasp his hands. “I don’t miss fighting side by side with someone. It done nothing but leave me in ruin and doomed me.” He plainly stated - however before things could seem deterring and impossible, Faron leaned in and nosed a nestle to his cheek while he spoke - surely his issue with it could’ve made it impossible but Woochi wasn’t just people despite what happened. “I remember trying to work towards a goal before it was trashed. But no matter-” Faron added, no matter how vague. But his voice resounded more whispery for just his ears. “What I’m doing is already dangerous... And I’d feel terrible getting you involved, should it be the death of me. I won’t know what’ll happen to you.” He sunk in more, more towards his ear. “But that’s an after thought. Because I trust you to watch my back and not let that happen. And I trust you not to do that to me.” Faron pulled back, pulling Woochi’s hands up to his lips.

 “I trust you with all that I am, even if it’s not much to look at or hold. But I hope you can trust me to do the same, just as much as I do you. I’d never let anything happen to you. I hate these things...” He glanced at the cuffs. “But even if you have them on, I know you’ll keep me safe anyways. Yet... They are only to keep up appearances.”

      they mutter to themselves as they had they back against a tree, stone in hand that they would occasionally flip over as if contemplating something about it.  ❝ no.... i don’t think that will do now... ❞

“What, no chocolate martinis and high-heeled shoes? Vicious definitely missed out on the highlights of Isaac’s flirting career.”

@sinnersall​: ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. - J @ Nata

He was careless, not that it was a big surprise, from time to time the Hunter did goes over what he can do and tries to push his limits so he can work on them. But he never expected that J was going to “save” him, his left arm was severe bruised, as Nata watches the Fighter banding that he will turn his face do the side, not flinching by the sharp pain that it was provoking.You didn’t need to come. 

Eyes narrowed as the teen rolled away from the punch coming towards him, green hues bright behind the mask. Those wide green hues flicked to the damage made by the hit, noting quickly that he would be better off avoiding any direct hits. Which would be difficult considering both of them used martial arts.

@sinnersall​

The name really was a misnomer for the Nation of Sin, there was nothing sinful to be seen there. Everyone just wanted to live a quiet life away from the knights and the enforcers. Isaac had gone there hoping to at lease some rebels who wanted to overthrow that vision orb dependency in the world. But all that happened was that Isaac was pulled into their slower pace and stayed to help them, making a small but honest living for himself there.

Then it all got neatly packed into a hand-basket and chucked into hell.

As Isaac left the ruins of Sin behind, he caught sight of the newest arrivals who had been in the thick of it all. He’d seen the power they wielded to fend off the enforcers, and from the sounds of it they were looking to raise a little hell to change things.