#viciousaint

      ❝Impressive.❞ Yes, the fella hanging from her sword is quite dead, alright. Break didn’t even have to call Mad Hatter -- which is always an opportunity gladly taken, considering the physical toll it takes on him. With a sly SMILE on his lips, he watches her clean the blood from her blade, still seeing the mental image of her fight with the dead man a few seconds ago. She showed skills you don’t stumble across often, and to be honest, his curiousity and attention have been sparked.

 "   𝒐   ,   𝒃𝒖𝒕   :   there   won’t   always   be   a   light   to   flick   on   .   “   she   falls   nearer   ,   seeking   out   tabitha’s   comfort   in   warmth   .   legs   are   set   asway   ,   the   careless   dangling   of   limbs   ,   “   that’s   why   you   must   overcome   your   fears   .   “   she   sits   forth   ,   resting   hands   firmly   upon   thighs   ,   pondering   ,   “   i   was   never   scared   of   the   dark   ,   though   :   perhaps   i’m   .   .   .   biased   .   i   remember   being   fond   of   night   .   “

 "   𝒊   𝒉𝒂𝒅   𝒂   𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎   last   night   :   the   world   was   set   on   fire   .   “

          A gentle tug on the lady’s sleeve to catch her attention is followed by the child holding up her notebook upon which she has neatly written her query and pointing up with one finger towards the low hanging branches of a tree above their heads.

Pardon Angelica for bothering you, Miss.