#sycarnets

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She's staring at a corpse, and when Sycamore speaks she hardly hears him, pupils like pinpricks as she clutches the knife in her hand tightly, holding it in a defensive manner still, as if the body was just gonna jump up and attack her.

Blood was splattered across her cheek, drips trailing ever further upward and into her bangs, rigid, unable to move or unlock her stance.

She'd slit his throat, her target thought he had the better of her, had her pinned to a wall, but never expected a weapon brandished from the folds of her clothes...

"Sorry about that, wound up chasing a defector clear across Kalos ands was gone for a couple days" She beams from behind her mask, gently holding his hands when he takes hers, even swaying a little bit.

"Gods I've never seen someone who could parkour as well as I can, but I caught him eventually- Anyway other then that it was rather uneventful, got to see Laverre city, though! My legs kinda hurt from trudging through that swamp heh..."

“Ain’t I supposed to be the one watching you?” She hums, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she looked up to meet his gaze, swiveling her glass of whiskey a bit.

“Mn… Wouldn’t say no, though, surprised to see you willingly approaching me.” Usually he was running away or trying to evade her, like a lot of Flares members- Did the mask really make her that scary?

ask my muse to be your valentine ! // accepting.

“ Ohhhhh. ” a raunchy roll of his tongue, elongated nails trailing along the other’s chin.