“We hear her voice in the pounding of our own pulse, in the cry of the raven, and in the wild wind.”
Parody / 21+ / Minors DNI
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"Oh ya can say somethin' like that. I tend to get drawn to places that get action."
He watched as the floating spectral hand stopped as she spoke before floating away, letting out a small chuckle.
"I knew it, I knew there was somethin' more to ya than a simple tavern owner.-
It was a curse of sorts for him, the constant ability to read body language...but he found himself entertained that when it came to her, he couldn't always nail her down. Her children did matter to her, though he couldn't tell if her last child she felt upset because of how-
here to use ya, to manipulate or gaslight or whatever, I ain't that smart. Ya can trust me... and ya don't gotta do thin's alone. It's the two of us in this marriage. If yer upset, mad, angry, sad, whatever... ya can tell me. We ain't gotta do this alone... hell, maybe that's-
In truth, they were quite some distance from that brewery specifically. That being said, it wasn't as if their liquor wasn't sold if you knew where to look. And he knew where to look.
He would guide to woman into town, then towards the more dangerous areas, yet the two were-
It is so very easy to be selfish. To do things that only benefited one's self. It took effort to want to do things for others that didn't directly benefit you aside from feeling good about it. Emotions can change quickly, tangible things less so.
Though that is not to say that-
for them, Flora had Lonan, and he was built for the grungier style of combat and war.
"Flora... I'm gonna need ya to look away, this ain't gonna be pretty. I don't make it a habit of desecratin' corpses, especially considering ma... but I'm sure she'd make an exception here."
