#trialledfate

“YOU DON’T THINK PEOPLE ARE STARING AT ME, DO YOU?” aloysius had warmed up to the younger malafronte quite a lot. miłosz had really ingratiated him into the family. or what was left of it after sourpuss went all ‘woe-is-me’. 

aloysius...though he supposed he should be going by percival again... touched at his ears. 

“OH, THANK THE DIVINES! LORAS!” lucia cannot help her excited leap as she sprints towards her baby brother. she keeps her speed normal, not wanting to terrify the boy with her powers. she wraps him into a hug and squeezes him gently.

“NOT INTERESTED IN HAVING YOUR FORTUNE READ?” lief asks as he leans against the wall nearby elke. he keeps the seer as safe as he can. they are always in his peripheral. 

“FUCK! BEHIND YOU!” no doubt he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he got someone killed. faustus cuts down one of the last of the villagers surrounding them with a roar of anger. he’s already tired. he’s been fighting most of the night. he’s worried, but he won’t admit it. they have to kill that fucking old man. that’ll do the trick. surely. 

“COME SIT WITH ME, SWEET BROTHER. OH, YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME TONIGHT.” lucia has had a bit too much, and it is present on her face as she pats his cheek and brushes a hand through his hair. her eyes are misty as she looks at him.