#vxgab0nd

Grace nodded in acknowledgement, leaning back on an adjoining wall. “Couldn’t sleep, I’m guessing?” the brunette inquired, gazing at him neutrally. “Me neither. I have a small job with the Lads tomorrow, I can’t ever sleep the night before.” She paused for a moment, before continuing. “I, ah... I know ASL, if that makes things easier for you?” she informed, quietly, “I learned it to communicate with a late friend of mine. I may be rusty, but I think I still remember the basics.”

“Good question, why would you be jealous, love?”

“ Why is it bloody? “ That was the more concerning question. Eirena pressed a hand to her chest.

What I'm going to do to you will be much worse. "

     “fuck you,” it came out weaker than he would have preferred but in his defense he was losing blood. betrayal flashed in his eyes before he tried to return to a cold anger, it partially worked. but what could he expect. people didn’t fall in love with the vagabond. people got hurt by him and now that was being extended to him.

“Well, I can never turn down a drink.” The brunette half-joked as her eyes studied his once more. “That would be..something, so why not?”

" What's wrong ? Look's like you've seen a ghost?"

“They thought wrong, then.” Though pain filled Grace’s body from head to toe, she couldn’t deny the relief that flooded through her when the Vagabond found her. Most people would probably be terrified when that skull mask came into view, but Grace felt rather the opposite. Her voice sounded rough from disuse when she spoke up once more. “You guys are too stubborn to let one of us go without a fight-- I’d be an idiot if I thought otherwise. Though you did scare me for a moment, there, my vision’s a little bit fuzzy.”