The chatbox has been hidden for this page. It will reopen upon refresh. To hide the CBox permanently, select "Permanently Toggle Cbox" in your profile User Settings.
This chatbox is hidden. To reopen, edit your User Settings.
The harbour was a bit of an escape for her, a chance for her to sit atop a steep cliff face and look down on all the people as they went about their day. She enjoyed people watching, sometimes even making up her own stories for those who passed by, though she hardly thought she was accurate with any of it. It was something to pass the time, as she didn’t have much else to do. So far they had done a lot more sitting around than they had done theft, and she was beginning to grow bored and restless. She just wanted to steal something, make some money and get out of this place.
But it seemed that the little group she had joined was taking their sweet time, and while she tried her best to trust that they were taking actions she did not see, she was itching to do something, anything other than wandering around in hopes that she might meet someone important who would slip her some information.
Her legs dangled off the edge of the cliff, her black dress flowing with the slight breeze as she hummed to herself, a song from the lands from which she hailed, something her mother had sung to her to comfort her when she was still a baby.
She knew she was supposed to be keeping a low profile, but no one paid attention to the figure sitting on the cliffs above them, she thought for a moment that perhaps she was a spirit, walking among the land of the living but with no connection to it herself. The thought was calming, how peaceful it would be to witness life, but know that there were no hardships ahead of her, no pain or trials or worries.
She loved living, but the thought of such things were at least entertaining to think of for the moment.
She paused in her thoughts and turned her head to look over her shoulder, tensing a little as she heard footsteps climbing the hidden path to the top of the cliff. She herself had climbed up, taking much more joy in that than walking any path, but she had noted the easier way to get to the top. The footsteps weren’t loud by any means, but in the quiet emptiness that clung to the top of the cliff, they were noticeable enough. She sat there, waiting to see who was making their way up, ready to slip over the edge of the cliff and make her easy escape down a way she could not be followed.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Jan 14, 2020 22:01:48 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Jan 14, 2020 22:01:48 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
The harbour was a bit of an escape for her, a chance for her to sit atop a steep cliff face and look down on all the people as they went about their day. She enjoyed people watching, sometimes even making up her own stories for those who passed by, though she hardly thought she was accurate with any of it. It was something to pass the time, as she didn’t have much else to do. So far they had done a lot more sitting around than they had done theft, and she was beginning to grow bored and restless. She just wanted to steal something, make some money and get out of this place.
But it seemed that the little group she had joined was taking their sweet time, and while she tried her best to trust that they were taking actions she did not see, she was itching to do something, anything other than wandering around in hopes that she might meet someone important who would slip her some information.
Her legs dangled off the edge of the cliff, her black dress flowing with the slight breeze as she hummed to herself, a song from the lands from which she hailed, something her mother had sung to her to comfort her when she was still a baby.
She knew she was supposed to be keeping a low profile, but no one paid attention to the figure sitting on the cliffs above them, she thought for a moment that perhaps she was a spirit, walking among the land of the living but with no connection to it herself. The thought was calming, how peaceful it would be to witness life, but know that there were no hardships ahead of her, no pain or trials or worries.
She loved living, but the thought of such things were at least entertaining to think of for the moment.
She paused in her thoughts and turned her head to look over her shoulder, tensing a little as she heard footsteps climbing the hidden path to the top of the cliff. She herself had climbed up, taking much more joy in that than walking any path, but she had noted the easier way to get to the top. The footsteps weren’t loud by any means, but in the quiet emptiness that clung to the top of the cliff, they were noticeable enough. She sat there, waiting to see who was making their way up, ready to slip over the edge of the cliff and make her easy escape down a way she could not be followed.
The harbour was a bit of an escape for her, a chance for her to sit atop a steep cliff face and look down on all the people as they went about their day. She enjoyed people watching, sometimes even making up her own stories for those who passed by, though she hardly thought she was accurate with any of it. It was something to pass the time, as she didn’t have much else to do. So far they had done a lot more sitting around than they had done theft, and she was beginning to grow bored and restless. She just wanted to steal something, make some money and get out of this place.
But it seemed that the little group she had joined was taking their sweet time, and while she tried her best to trust that they were taking actions she did not see, she was itching to do something, anything other than wandering around in hopes that she might meet someone important who would slip her some information.
Her legs dangled off the edge of the cliff, her black dress flowing with the slight breeze as she hummed to herself, a song from the lands from which she hailed, something her mother had sung to her to comfort her when she was still a baby.
She knew she was supposed to be keeping a low profile, but no one paid attention to the figure sitting on the cliffs above them, she thought for a moment that perhaps she was a spirit, walking among the land of the living but with no connection to it herself. The thought was calming, how peaceful it would be to witness life, but know that there were no hardships ahead of her, no pain or trials or worries.
She loved living, but the thought of such things were at least entertaining to think of for the moment.
She paused in her thoughts and turned her head to look over her shoulder, tensing a little as she heard footsteps climbing the hidden path to the top of the cliff. She herself had climbed up, taking much more joy in that than walking any path, but she had noted the easier way to get to the top. The footsteps weren’t loud by any means, but in the quiet emptiness that clung to the top of the cliff, they were noticeable enough. She sat there, waiting to see who was making their way up, ready to slip over the edge of the cliff and make her easy escape down a way she could not be followed.
Nothing was a secret in the Sariqas for long. Perhaps if Somra had come here once, or even twice, he may not have known or cared. But now she’d come here enough for him to make an educated guess as to where she’d gone and at what time of day she would be there. The inner workings of the group were still kept mostly from her because Khanh still didn’t wholly trust her, and neither did Nahash. She was, as yet, untested. Until they did a few jobs together, she would still be considered an outsider. Khanh did not have the impatience that he’d had in his youth, when the jobs the Sariqas had pulled were pickpocketing street vendors or robbing whatever house they could break into. Sometimes he still did that for fun, but now that they had allied themselves with a larger organization, their jobs were fewer and far between, requiring months of planning, recon, and watching. All of that required time and it required patience; a thing he had in spades while on a job and very little of for people around him.
Making his way up the rocky path, Khanh kept his footsteps to their normal, quiet tread, but it was impossible to be totally silent on this terrain. Even Akhmad would have tipped a rock or two out of place if he’d made this journey. His features were set in grim lines even as he turned to look at the rocks sliding away down the path, betraying his presence. Just as he’d assumed, when he topped the little rise that had hidden him from sight until this moment, he found Somra twisted around, staring hard. Her pretty features were as unwelcoming and harsh as the stone he walked on.
Khanh held out his hands like he was calming a high strung horse and kept them where she could see them. He crouched very slightly at the knees as he moved, slowly edging toward her so as not to appear as large and imposing as he tended to be. His green eyes were not the same cold, hateful glass that they could be. He kept the lids lowered a little, relaxed. Calm. Something Somra did not strike him as being in this particular instance. If he listened to his pride, he would not be here at all. Being a man of particular talents, and in possession of a face and body that were not usually repulsive to women, this was a position he’d rarely, if ever, found himself in. Usually if there was hatred, he was the one instigating it, perhaps if the hatred was returned, it ultimately didn’t matter. Their little group moved so often from place to place that once they’d left someone behind, the memory faded to dust and the problems were buried beneath the shifting winds of the desert sands.
With Somra, the case was entirely different. They couldn’t afford to be constantly at odds. Not with a job like this. Once he was sure she wasn’t going to bolt straight over the cliff, he straightened up before thinking better of it and sat down instead, folding his legs beneath him. Resting his wrists on his knees so that his hands hung casually, as though it was him sitting at the cliff’s edge observing the harbor instead of her, he let a gulf of silence pass between them. He did not think he was wrong in telling her, and ultimately forcing her to be silent the first time they’d met, but he had been harsh about how he’d handled it. Obviously the understanding he’d assumed they had about it wasn’t enough. She hadn’t forgiven him and it was obvious she hated him still, something he could no longer tolerate or ignore. Especially when she’d pulled a knife on him for something as simple as getting too close. Any normal person would have ask or told him to stop, but she’d gone to yet another extreme. Something had to give and, after a discussion with Nahash, they had elected that they would attempt this approach. If it did not work? Likely the liaison could not continue and since she knew their secrets...well it would be unfortunate if she remained stubborn and hateful. None of this he said to her, however. Forcing forgiveness was impossible. It had to come naturally, and freely. A chance he was willing to extend.
“I have come to offer an apology to you,” he said in a low, though audible tone. “Things cannot go on as they are. I have come to ask your forgiveness.”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Jan 25, 2020 3:30:34 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Jan 25, 2020 3:30:34 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Nothing was a secret in the Sariqas for long. Perhaps if Somra had come here once, or even twice, he may not have known or cared. But now she’d come here enough for him to make an educated guess as to where she’d gone and at what time of day she would be there. The inner workings of the group were still kept mostly from her because Khanh still didn’t wholly trust her, and neither did Nahash. She was, as yet, untested. Until they did a few jobs together, she would still be considered an outsider. Khanh did not have the impatience that he’d had in his youth, when the jobs the Sariqas had pulled were pickpocketing street vendors or robbing whatever house they could break into. Sometimes he still did that for fun, but now that they had allied themselves with a larger organization, their jobs were fewer and far between, requiring months of planning, recon, and watching. All of that required time and it required patience; a thing he had in spades while on a job and very little of for people around him.
Making his way up the rocky path, Khanh kept his footsteps to their normal, quiet tread, but it was impossible to be totally silent on this terrain. Even Akhmad would have tipped a rock or two out of place if he’d made this journey. His features were set in grim lines even as he turned to look at the rocks sliding away down the path, betraying his presence. Just as he’d assumed, when he topped the little rise that had hidden him from sight until this moment, he found Somra twisted around, staring hard. Her pretty features were as unwelcoming and harsh as the stone he walked on.
Khanh held out his hands like he was calming a high strung horse and kept them where she could see them. He crouched very slightly at the knees as he moved, slowly edging toward her so as not to appear as large and imposing as he tended to be. His green eyes were not the same cold, hateful glass that they could be. He kept the lids lowered a little, relaxed. Calm. Something Somra did not strike him as being in this particular instance. If he listened to his pride, he would not be here at all. Being a man of particular talents, and in possession of a face and body that were not usually repulsive to women, this was a position he’d rarely, if ever, found himself in. Usually if there was hatred, he was the one instigating it, perhaps if the hatred was returned, it ultimately didn’t matter. Their little group moved so often from place to place that once they’d left someone behind, the memory faded to dust and the problems were buried beneath the shifting winds of the desert sands.
With Somra, the case was entirely different. They couldn’t afford to be constantly at odds. Not with a job like this. Once he was sure she wasn’t going to bolt straight over the cliff, he straightened up before thinking better of it and sat down instead, folding his legs beneath him. Resting his wrists on his knees so that his hands hung casually, as though it was him sitting at the cliff’s edge observing the harbor instead of her, he let a gulf of silence pass between them. He did not think he was wrong in telling her, and ultimately forcing her to be silent the first time they’d met, but he had been harsh about how he’d handled it. Obviously the understanding he’d assumed they had about it wasn’t enough. She hadn’t forgiven him and it was obvious she hated him still, something he could no longer tolerate or ignore. Especially when she’d pulled a knife on him for something as simple as getting too close. Any normal person would have ask or told him to stop, but she’d gone to yet another extreme. Something had to give and, after a discussion with Nahash, they had elected that they would attempt this approach. If it did not work? Likely the liaison could not continue and since she knew their secrets...well it would be unfortunate if she remained stubborn and hateful. None of this he said to her, however. Forcing forgiveness was impossible. It had to come naturally, and freely. A chance he was willing to extend.
“I have come to offer an apology to you,” he said in a low, though audible tone. “Things cannot go on as they are. I have come to ask your forgiveness.”
Nothing was a secret in the Sariqas for long. Perhaps if Somra had come here once, or even twice, he may not have known or cared. But now she’d come here enough for him to make an educated guess as to where she’d gone and at what time of day she would be there. The inner workings of the group were still kept mostly from her because Khanh still didn’t wholly trust her, and neither did Nahash. She was, as yet, untested. Until they did a few jobs together, she would still be considered an outsider. Khanh did not have the impatience that he’d had in his youth, when the jobs the Sariqas had pulled were pickpocketing street vendors or robbing whatever house they could break into. Sometimes he still did that for fun, but now that they had allied themselves with a larger organization, their jobs were fewer and far between, requiring months of planning, recon, and watching. All of that required time and it required patience; a thing he had in spades while on a job and very little of for people around him.
Making his way up the rocky path, Khanh kept his footsteps to their normal, quiet tread, but it was impossible to be totally silent on this terrain. Even Akhmad would have tipped a rock or two out of place if he’d made this journey. His features were set in grim lines even as he turned to look at the rocks sliding away down the path, betraying his presence. Just as he’d assumed, when he topped the little rise that had hidden him from sight until this moment, he found Somra twisted around, staring hard. Her pretty features were as unwelcoming and harsh as the stone he walked on.
Khanh held out his hands like he was calming a high strung horse and kept them where she could see them. He crouched very slightly at the knees as he moved, slowly edging toward her so as not to appear as large and imposing as he tended to be. His green eyes were not the same cold, hateful glass that they could be. He kept the lids lowered a little, relaxed. Calm. Something Somra did not strike him as being in this particular instance. If he listened to his pride, he would not be here at all. Being a man of particular talents, and in possession of a face and body that were not usually repulsive to women, this was a position he’d rarely, if ever, found himself in. Usually if there was hatred, he was the one instigating it, perhaps if the hatred was returned, it ultimately didn’t matter. Their little group moved so often from place to place that once they’d left someone behind, the memory faded to dust and the problems were buried beneath the shifting winds of the desert sands.
With Somra, the case was entirely different. They couldn’t afford to be constantly at odds. Not with a job like this. Once he was sure she wasn’t going to bolt straight over the cliff, he straightened up before thinking better of it and sat down instead, folding his legs beneath him. Resting his wrists on his knees so that his hands hung casually, as though it was him sitting at the cliff’s edge observing the harbor instead of her, he let a gulf of silence pass between them. He did not think he was wrong in telling her, and ultimately forcing her to be silent the first time they’d met, but he had been harsh about how he’d handled it. Obviously the understanding he’d assumed they had about it wasn’t enough. She hadn’t forgiven him and it was obvious she hated him still, something he could no longer tolerate or ignore. Especially when she’d pulled a knife on him for something as simple as getting too close. Any normal person would have ask or told him to stop, but she’d gone to yet another extreme. Something had to give and, after a discussion with Nahash, they had elected that they would attempt this approach. If it did not work? Likely the liaison could not continue and since she knew their secrets...well it would be unfortunate if she remained stubborn and hateful. None of this he said to her, however. Forcing forgiveness was impossible. It had to come naturally, and freely. A chance he was willing to extend.
“I have come to offer an apology to you,” he said in a low, though audible tone. “Things cannot go on as they are. I have come to ask your forgiveness.”
When she saw Khanh come up and over the path, she was more tempted to slip over the edge of the cliff and make her escape than if it had been someone she didn’t know. The animosity she held towards the man only grew by the day, spurred by his actions and his own supposed dislike for the young woman.
She didn’t move, but her dark eyes kept their watch on him, and she would only need a fraction of a second to send herself over the edge of the cliff and down, he wouldn’t be able to catch up to her before she would be too far for him to reach, and she could scale her way to the ground and be gone before he could take the long path all the way back and around to the front of the cliff. She didn’t know why he was there, or even how he knew where she would be, but she didn’t trust him one bit.
He approached her as one would approach an angered animal, and that made her temper flare. Is that what he thought of her? That she was some wild animal to be put in her place and tamed? If that was so, she would show him what a wild animal could do when it was cornered, consequences be damned. Despite her anger, she remained in control and simply sat there, waiting for what ever he was going to do.
She watched him sit, and her hands remained on the flat stone beneath her, still ready to push off at a moments notice and make her escape if he made one wrong move. She thought it was a bit silly to be so flighty around him, but experience had shown her that the man disliked her, and he was not afraid of showing exactly that.
A silence fell between them, Somra refusing to be the first one to speak. He began to speak instead. His words nearly sent her over the edge of the cliff in shock, and her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him, her nearly black eyes locked on his as she searched his gaze for any sign of what he was truly up to. There was no way in hell that he had sought her out to apologize.
What she saw was truth, the words he spoke seemed genuine, at least as far as she could tell. She remained silent, having no idea how to react to him. She had never expected that he would do this. She took a moment to try and collect her thoughts and recover from the shock.
Thinking he was not about to come after her, she swung her legs back over the cliff so they were resting on solid ground, turning where she sat to face him, she crossed her legs under her much like he had.
She considered him for a moment, weighing the words he had spoken verses the perceived slights on her end, then she spoke.
“I accept your apology.” She started, pushing some strands of her dark hair out of her face before continuing.
“And I offer one of my own. For my attitude and actions towards you.” She said, words that would have never come from her had he not apologized to her first. She knew that perhaps she was being a little unfair to him, but he had been unfair to her first.
“I would like if we could start over. Put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead.” She said, offering him a small smile and hoping that his sentiment was sincere and this would be a turning point where she didn’t need to be terrified of his wrath around every corner.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Jan 25, 2020 21:03:42 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Jan 25, 2020 21:03:42 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
When she saw Khanh come up and over the path, she was more tempted to slip over the edge of the cliff and make her escape than if it had been someone she didn’t know. The animosity she held towards the man only grew by the day, spurred by his actions and his own supposed dislike for the young woman.
She didn’t move, but her dark eyes kept their watch on him, and she would only need a fraction of a second to send herself over the edge of the cliff and down, he wouldn’t be able to catch up to her before she would be too far for him to reach, and she could scale her way to the ground and be gone before he could take the long path all the way back and around to the front of the cliff. She didn’t know why he was there, or even how he knew where she would be, but she didn’t trust him one bit.
He approached her as one would approach an angered animal, and that made her temper flare. Is that what he thought of her? That she was some wild animal to be put in her place and tamed? If that was so, she would show him what a wild animal could do when it was cornered, consequences be damned. Despite her anger, she remained in control and simply sat there, waiting for what ever he was going to do.
She watched him sit, and her hands remained on the flat stone beneath her, still ready to push off at a moments notice and make her escape if he made one wrong move. She thought it was a bit silly to be so flighty around him, but experience had shown her that the man disliked her, and he was not afraid of showing exactly that.
A silence fell between them, Somra refusing to be the first one to speak. He began to speak instead. His words nearly sent her over the edge of the cliff in shock, and her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him, her nearly black eyes locked on his as she searched his gaze for any sign of what he was truly up to. There was no way in hell that he had sought her out to apologize.
What she saw was truth, the words he spoke seemed genuine, at least as far as she could tell. She remained silent, having no idea how to react to him. She had never expected that he would do this. She took a moment to try and collect her thoughts and recover from the shock.
Thinking he was not about to come after her, she swung her legs back over the cliff so they were resting on solid ground, turning where she sat to face him, she crossed her legs under her much like he had.
She considered him for a moment, weighing the words he had spoken verses the perceived slights on her end, then she spoke.
“I accept your apology.” She started, pushing some strands of her dark hair out of her face before continuing.
“And I offer one of my own. For my attitude and actions towards you.” She said, words that would have never come from her had he not apologized to her first. She knew that perhaps she was being a little unfair to him, but he had been unfair to her first.
“I would like if we could start over. Put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead.” She said, offering him a small smile and hoping that his sentiment was sincere and this would be a turning point where she didn’t need to be terrified of his wrath around every corner.
When she saw Khanh come up and over the path, she was more tempted to slip over the edge of the cliff and make her escape than if it had been someone she didn’t know. The animosity she held towards the man only grew by the day, spurred by his actions and his own supposed dislike for the young woman.
She didn’t move, but her dark eyes kept their watch on him, and she would only need a fraction of a second to send herself over the edge of the cliff and down, he wouldn’t be able to catch up to her before she would be too far for him to reach, and she could scale her way to the ground and be gone before he could take the long path all the way back and around to the front of the cliff. She didn’t know why he was there, or even how he knew where she would be, but she didn’t trust him one bit.
He approached her as one would approach an angered animal, and that made her temper flare. Is that what he thought of her? That she was some wild animal to be put in her place and tamed? If that was so, she would show him what a wild animal could do when it was cornered, consequences be damned. Despite her anger, she remained in control and simply sat there, waiting for what ever he was going to do.
She watched him sit, and her hands remained on the flat stone beneath her, still ready to push off at a moments notice and make her escape if he made one wrong move. She thought it was a bit silly to be so flighty around him, but experience had shown her that the man disliked her, and he was not afraid of showing exactly that.
A silence fell between them, Somra refusing to be the first one to speak. He began to speak instead. His words nearly sent her over the edge of the cliff in shock, and her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him, her nearly black eyes locked on his as she searched his gaze for any sign of what he was truly up to. There was no way in hell that he had sought her out to apologize.
What she saw was truth, the words he spoke seemed genuine, at least as far as she could tell. She remained silent, having no idea how to react to him. She had never expected that he would do this. She took a moment to try and collect her thoughts and recover from the shock.
Thinking he was not about to come after her, she swung her legs back over the cliff so they were resting on solid ground, turning where she sat to face him, she crossed her legs under her much like he had.
She considered him for a moment, weighing the words he had spoken verses the perceived slights on her end, then she spoke.
“I accept your apology.” She started, pushing some strands of her dark hair out of her face before continuing.
“And I offer one of my own. For my attitude and actions towards you.” She said, words that would have never come from her had he not apologized to her first. She knew that perhaps she was being a little unfair to him, but he had been unfair to her first.
“I would like if we could start over. Put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead.” She said, offering him a small smile and hoping that his sentiment was sincere and this would be a turning point where she didn’t need to be terrified of his wrath around every corner.
She was as easy to read as any cornered animal; body rigid, muscles tensed, nostrils flared, eyes wide. Her palms flat on the stone and the way she’d been leaning had made him assume she’d slip over the cliff as easily as a dolphin gliding through water. His entire demeanor was designed to quell her urge to flee. Khanh felt no danger from her, however capable she might feel. The only thing he’d been focused on was encouraging her to stay, which she’d finally done. Albeit, he found her still poised to go and had ensured his speech was short and to the point.
Her every thought flashed across her face and the tension in his own shoulders eased a bit as she finally swung around to face him. While she tucked her legs up under herself, Khanh mirrored the posture, sensing that to fully sit would prove to her that he was not only willing to speak, but to listen. Instead of folding his arms over his chest, he let his wrists rest on his knees, leaving his palms up and visible. As a thief, Khanh was a studier of human behavior. This was a position people often adopted when they were being open and genuine - all things he wanted to appear to be. There was no deceit in his apology - he really was seeking unification. The group could not sustain their egos, no matter how justified each of them felt in their own behavior.
Cool winds swept in from the sea, ruffling his hair and sending the lighter pebbles rolling across the clifftop. Somra pushed strands of hair away from her pretty face, eyeing him. Khanh maintained her gaze, wholly ignoring the glittering sea behind her, or the distant shouting below. Right here, right now, was what mattered. For the good of the group, he needed this to work. Nothing was as important to Khanh as the Sariqas. No woman, no prize, no personal vendetta. His ‘family’ was his primary concern.
Somra spoke calmly, much calmer than he’d ever heard, accepting his apology. Khanh nodded, his features unusually grave, his eyes holding none of his usual inner light. Somra went on to offer an apology of her own for both her actions and her attitude. Still he did not smile, nor murmur to her until she was done speaking. He’d had his turn, she could have hers.
“I would like if we could start over. Put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead,” she finished.
“I think it best,” he agreed, turning his wrists so now only the backs of his hands were visible. His attention was still on her but his eyes shifted over her shoulder to the horizon’s soft, cream hued line. “I need your trust,” he said, his gaze straying back to her. “And I need your obedience. I need to know that what I say, you will do. This group is my life, and my life is for the group. I do not want to lay down my life for you if you would not do the same for me.”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Jan 30, 2020 16:01:46 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Jan 30, 2020 16:01:46 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
She was as easy to read as any cornered animal; body rigid, muscles tensed, nostrils flared, eyes wide. Her palms flat on the stone and the way she’d been leaning had made him assume she’d slip over the cliff as easily as a dolphin gliding through water. His entire demeanor was designed to quell her urge to flee. Khanh felt no danger from her, however capable she might feel. The only thing he’d been focused on was encouraging her to stay, which she’d finally done. Albeit, he found her still poised to go and had ensured his speech was short and to the point.
Her every thought flashed across her face and the tension in his own shoulders eased a bit as she finally swung around to face him. While she tucked her legs up under herself, Khanh mirrored the posture, sensing that to fully sit would prove to her that he was not only willing to speak, but to listen. Instead of folding his arms over his chest, he let his wrists rest on his knees, leaving his palms up and visible. As a thief, Khanh was a studier of human behavior. This was a position people often adopted when they were being open and genuine - all things he wanted to appear to be. There was no deceit in his apology - he really was seeking unification. The group could not sustain their egos, no matter how justified each of them felt in their own behavior.
Cool winds swept in from the sea, ruffling his hair and sending the lighter pebbles rolling across the clifftop. Somra pushed strands of hair away from her pretty face, eyeing him. Khanh maintained her gaze, wholly ignoring the glittering sea behind her, or the distant shouting below. Right here, right now, was what mattered. For the good of the group, he needed this to work. Nothing was as important to Khanh as the Sariqas. No woman, no prize, no personal vendetta. His ‘family’ was his primary concern.
Somra spoke calmly, much calmer than he’d ever heard, accepting his apology. Khanh nodded, his features unusually grave, his eyes holding none of his usual inner light. Somra went on to offer an apology of her own for both her actions and her attitude. Still he did not smile, nor murmur to her until she was done speaking. He’d had his turn, she could have hers.
“I would like if we could start over. Put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead,” she finished.
“I think it best,” he agreed, turning his wrists so now only the backs of his hands were visible. His attention was still on her but his eyes shifted over her shoulder to the horizon’s soft, cream hued line. “I need your trust,” he said, his gaze straying back to her. “And I need your obedience. I need to know that what I say, you will do. This group is my life, and my life is for the group. I do not want to lay down my life for you if you would not do the same for me.”
She was as easy to read as any cornered animal; body rigid, muscles tensed, nostrils flared, eyes wide. Her palms flat on the stone and the way she’d been leaning had made him assume she’d slip over the cliff as easily as a dolphin gliding through water. His entire demeanor was designed to quell her urge to flee. Khanh felt no danger from her, however capable she might feel. The only thing he’d been focused on was encouraging her to stay, which she’d finally done. Albeit, he found her still poised to go and had ensured his speech was short and to the point.
Her every thought flashed across her face and the tension in his own shoulders eased a bit as she finally swung around to face him. While she tucked her legs up under herself, Khanh mirrored the posture, sensing that to fully sit would prove to her that he was not only willing to speak, but to listen. Instead of folding his arms over his chest, he let his wrists rest on his knees, leaving his palms up and visible. As a thief, Khanh was a studier of human behavior. This was a position people often adopted when they were being open and genuine - all things he wanted to appear to be. There was no deceit in his apology - he really was seeking unification. The group could not sustain their egos, no matter how justified each of them felt in their own behavior.
Cool winds swept in from the sea, ruffling his hair and sending the lighter pebbles rolling across the clifftop. Somra pushed strands of hair away from her pretty face, eyeing him. Khanh maintained her gaze, wholly ignoring the glittering sea behind her, or the distant shouting below. Right here, right now, was what mattered. For the good of the group, he needed this to work. Nothing was as important to Khanh as the Sariqas. No woman, no prize, no personal vendetta. His ‘family’ was his primary concern.
Somra spoke calmly, much calmer than he’d ever heard, accepting his apology. Khanh nodded, his features unusually grave, his eyes holding none of his usual inner light. Somra went on to offer an apology of her own for both her actions and her attitude. Still he did not smile, nor murmur to her until she was done speaking. He’d had his turn, she could have hers.
“I would like if we could start over. Put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead,” she finished.
“I think it best,” he agreed, turning his wrists so now only the backs of his hands were visible. His attention was still on her but his eyes shifted over her shoulder to the horizon’s soft, cream hued line. “I need your trust,” he said, his gaze straying back to her. “And I need your obedience. I need to know that what I say, you will do. This group is my life, and my life is for the group. I do not want to lay down my life for you if you would not do the same for me.”
Somra remained silent once again for awhile after he spoke, weighing his words as well as the words that she would speak in reply. He seemed genuine in his words, as she was in hers. She truly wanted to be done with the anger between them, it got tiring constantly being on edge and worrying about what he would do next. If there was a chance that they could move past that and she could learn to trust that he wasn’t going to stick a knife in her back every time she turned, she thought that things would be much easier. For both of them.
“Have I not done exactly what has been asked of me thus far? Despite our... initial experience with each other, I have done everything asked of me, exactly as it was asked of me. Whether you and everyone else trust me or not, I have not done a single thing to break anyone's trust.” She replied, and it was true. Both Khanh and Nahash had put her through several tests of their own, and she had done exactly what they had asked of her with no hesitation. Part of her frustrations with him had been how he still didn’t seem to trust her actions even though she had been loyal and obedient around every turn.
“I lay my full trust and loyalty in Nahash, as well as you, and Akhmad. I have done and will continue to do as asked. All I want in return is a little bit of respect.” She said, not trying to give him attitude, but speaking how she felt none the less.
“I am young and I know I have things to learn, but I have learned from your guidance, and I am good at what I do. No, I’m the best at what I do. All i ask is for you to respect me, to allow me to continue to learn from you and the others, and to let me use my talents for the good of all of us.” She finished, and that was her final word on the subject, at least for the moment. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her asking him to show her respect, it could horribly wrong, but she had no doubts she could still be up and over the side of the cliff before he could reach her if she needed. She was just sick of being treated like some sort of filth, she wanted to be treated like a member of the group.
Somra knew she was the newest, but they had brought her into their ranks for a reason, and if they wanted her to truly be part of them, they needed to allow her to do so. She couldn’t be a true member of the Sariqas if they kept her at a distance and treated her like a slave to only be used when no one else could do what she could. She wanted to be a part of the group properly, and be treated as such.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Feb 8, 2020 16:58:53 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Feb 8, 2020 16:58:53 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Somra remained silent once again for awhile after he spoke, weighing his words as well as the words that she would speak in reply. He seemed genuine in his words, as she was in hers. She truly wanted to be done with the anger between them, it got tiring constantly being on edge and worrying about what he would do next. If there was a chance that they could move past that and she could learn to trust that he wasn’t going to stick a knife in her back every time she turned, she thought that things would be much easier. For both of them.
“Have I not done exactly what has been asked of me thus far? Despite our... initial experience with each other, I have done everything asked of me, exactly as it was asked of me. Whether you and everyone else trust me or not, I have not done a single thing to break anyone's trust.” She replied, and it was true. Both Khanh and Nahash had put her through several tests of their own, and she had done exactly what they had asked of her with no hesitation. Part of her frustrations with him had been how he still didn’t seem to trust her actions even though she had been loyal and obedient around every turn.
“I lay my full trust and loyalty in Nahash, as well as you, and Akhmad. I have done and will continue to do as asked. All I want in return is a little bit of respect.” She said, not trying to give him attitude, but speaking how she felt none the less.
“I am young and I know I have things to learn, but I have learned from your guidance, and I am good at what I do. No, I’m the best at what I do. All i ask is for you to respect me, to allow me to continue to learn from you and the others, and to let me use my talents for the good of all of us.” She finished, and that was her final word on the subject, at least for the moment. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her asking him to show her respect, it could horribly wrong, but she had no doubts she could still be up and over the side of the cliff before he could reach her if she needed. She was just sick of being treated like some sort of filth, she wanted to be treated like a member of the group.
Somra knew she was the newest, but they had brought her into their ranks for a reason, and if they wanted her to truly be part of them, they needed to allow her to do so. She couldn’t be a true member of the Sariqas if they kept her at a distance and treated her like a slave to only be used when no one else could do what she could. She wanted to be a part of the group properly, and be treated as such.
Somra remained silent once again for awhile after he spoke, weighing his words as well as the words that she would speak in reply. He seemed genuine in his words, as she was in hers. She truly wanted to be done with the anger between them, it got tiring constantly being on edge and worrying about what he would do next. If there was a chance that they could move past that and she could learn to trust that he wasn’t going to stick a knife in her back every time she turned, she thought that things would be much easier. For both of them.
“Have I not done exactly what has been asked of me thus far? Despite our... initial experience with each other, I have done everything asked of me, exactly as it was asked of me. Whether you and everyone else trust me or not, I have not done a single thing to break anyone's trust.” She replied, and it was true. Both Khanh and Nahash had put her through several tests of their own, and she had done exactly what they had asked of her with no hesitation. Part of her frustrations with him had been how he still didn’t seem to trust her actions even though she had been loyal and obedient around every turn.
“I lay my full trust and loyalty in Nahash, as well as you, and Akhmad. I have done and will continue to do as asked. All I want in return is a little bit of respect.” She said, not trying to give him attitude, but speaking how she felt none the less.
“I am young and I know I have things to learn, but I have learned from your guidance, and I am good at what I do. No, I’m the best at what I do. All i ask is for you to respect me, to allow me to continue to learn from you and the others, and to let me use my talents for the good of all of us.” She finished, and that was her final word on the subject, at least for the moment. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her asking him to show her respect, it could horribly wrong, but she had no doubts she could still be up and over the side of the cliff before he could reach her if she needed. She was just sick of being treated like some sort of filth, she wanted to be treated like a member of the group.
Somra knew she was the newest, but they had brought her into their ranks for a reason, and if they wanted her to truly be part of them, they needed to allow her to do so. She couldn’t be a true member of the Sariqas if they kept her at a distance and treated her like a slave to only be used when no one else could do what she could. She wanted to be a part of the group properly, and be treated as such.
Somra did not appear to appreciate his insistence that trust needed to be established between them. He watched what he took as incredulousness spread over her features. "Have I not done exactly what has been asked of me thus far? Despite our... initial experience with each other, I have done everything asked of me, exactly as it was asked of me. Whether you and everyone else trust me or not, I have not done a single thing to break anyone's trust."
Khanh wanted to interrupt her from almost the second she started speaking, but he quashed the impulse by clenching his jaw together and counting his breaths. He ensured that he breathed slowly in and out, in and out. There was no reason to flame up if she was simply stating her opinion. She could be wrong. He could let her be wrong for a few seconds. Already he was forming exactly what he’d say, but Somra pressed on, not giving him time to respond. Khanh curled his hands into fists on his knees, tight smile fixed on his face. Once she was finished, he would address the attitude in which these things were done. There was something to be said for obeying, but the spirit in which it was done mattered.
She went on to say that she already put her full loyalty in Nahash, and in himself, and Akhmad. He said nothing when she left out Zai and Tiye. Zai was many things, but not a leader in any capacity. Acidic words sat on the tip of his tongue when she asked for respect. Lots of phrases flitted through his mind about needing to be respectful prior to being respected. Not acting like a sullen brat would gain her respect. Not pulling a knife on someone. But he’d already had this conversation with Nahash. Twice. They’d been over these points several times, going round and round. As much as Khanh would like to hang onto them and keep them over her head, it didn’t serve the purposes of the group. His own pride would need to bend a little more. Again.
Purposefully unclenching his fists, he made himself appear much more relaxed than he felt. He didn’t feel like springing at her but then, she hadn’t managed to trigger that yet. Mostly he replayed the conversations with Nahash, trying to keep in mind the purpose of this apology. As long as he bore that in mind, he could get through anything. Probably.
“I can do that,” he said, voice level with an evenness he didn’t want to display. What he wanted was to show her exactly how offensive she could be. But, again, that didn’t serve the purposes of the Sariqas. “You must be respectful in return. No more sullen looks. Do what we tell you without arrogance, which,” he held up a finger to stay whatever she might try to argue back. “You have done up to now. You are good. But so are we.”
Khanh extended his hand to her, not trusting how much more of this sort of talk he could withstand and still be pleasant. “Agreed?”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Feb 17, 2020 13:58:44 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Feb 17, 2020 13:58:44 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Somra did not appear to appreciate his insistence that trust needed to be established between them. He watched what he took as incredulousness spread over her features. "Have I not done exactly what has been asked of me thus far? Despite our... initial experience with each other, I have done everything asked of me, exactly as it was asked of me. Whether you and everyone else trust me or not, I have not done a single thing to break anyone's trust."
Khanh wanted to interrupt her from almost the second she started speaking, but he quashed the impulse by clenching his jaw together and counting his breaths. He ensured that he breathed slowly in and out, in and out. There was no reason to flame up if she was simply stating her opinion. She could be wrong. He could let her be wrong for a few seconds. Already he was forming exactly what he’d say, but Somra pressed on, not giving him time to respond. Khanh curled his hands into fists on his knees, tight smile fixed on his face. Once she was finished, he would address the attitude in which these things were done. There was something to be said for obeying, but the spirit in which it was done mattered.
She went on to say that she already put her full loyalty in Nahash, and in himself, and Akhmad. He said nothing when she left out Zai and Tiye. Zai was many things, but not a leader in any capacity. Acidic words sat on the tip of his tongue when she asked for respect. Lots of phrases flitted through his mind about needing to be respectful prior to being respected. Not acting like a sullen brat would gain her respect. Not pulling a knife on someone. But he’d already had this conversation with Nahash. Twice. They’d been over these points several times, going round and round. As much as Khanh would like to hang onto them and keep them over her head, it didn’t serve the purposes of the group. His own pride would need to bend a little more. Again.
Purposefully unclenching his fists, he made himself appear much more relaxed than he felt. He didn’t feel like springing at her but then, she hadn’t managed to trigger that yet. Mostly he replayed the conversations with Nahash, trying to keep in mind the purpose of this apology. As long as he bore that in mind, he could get through anything. Probably.
“I can do that,” he said, voice level with an evenness he didn’t want to display. What he wanted was to show her exactly how offensive she could be. But, again, that didn’t serve the purposes of the Sariqas. “You must be respectful in return. No more sullen looks. Do what we tell you without arrogance, which,” he held up a finger to stay whatever she might try to argue back. “You have done up to now. You are good. But so are we.”
Khanh extended his hand to her, not trusting how much more of this sort of talk he could withstand and still be pleasant. “Agreed?”
Somra did not appear to appreciate his insistence that trust needed to be established between them. He watched what he took as incredulousness spread over her features. "Have I not done exactly what has been asked of me thus far? Despite our... initial experience with each other, I have done everything asked of me, exactly as it was asked of me. Whether you and everyone else trust me or not, I have not done a single thing to break anyone's trust."
Khanh wanted to interrupt her from almost the second she started speaking, but he quashed the impulse by clenching his jaw together and counting his breaths. He ensured that he breathed slowly in and out, in and out. There was no reason to flame up if she was simply stating her opinion. She could be wrong. He could let her be wrong for a few seconds. Already he was forming exactly what he’d say, but Somra pressed on, not giving him time to respond. Khanh curled his hands into fists on his knees, tight smile fixed on his face. Once she was finished, he would address the attitude in which these things were done. There was something to be said for obeying, but the spirit in which it was done mattered.
She went on to say that she already put her full loyalty in Nahash, and in himself, and Akhmad. He said nothing when she left out Zai and Tiye. Zai was many things, but not a leader in any capacity. Acidic words sat on the tip of his tongue when she asked for respect. Lots of phrases flitted through his mind about needing to be respectful prior to being respected. Not acting like a sullen brat would gain her respect. Not pulling a knife on someone. But he’d already had this conversation with Nahash. Twice. They’d been over these points several times, going round and round. As much as Khanh would like to hang onto them and keep them over her head, it didn’t serve the purposes of the group. His own pride would need to bend a little more. Again.
Purposefully unclenching his fists, he made himself appear much more relaxed than he felt. He didn’t feel like springing at her but then, she hadn’t managed to trigger that yet. Mostly he replayed the conversations with Nahash, trying to keep in mind the purpose of this apology. As long as he bore that in mind, he could get through anything. Probably.
“I can do that,” he said, voice level with an evenness he didn’t want to display. What he wanted was to show her exactly how offensive she could be. But, again, that didn’t serve the purposes of the Sariqas. “You must be respectful in return. No more sullen looks. Do what we tell you without arrogance, which,” he held up a finger to stay whatever she might try to argue back. “You have done up to now. You are good. But so are we.”
Khanh extended his hand to her, not trusting how much more of this sort of talk he could withstand and still be pleasant. “Agreed?”
She could see him tense up once more, and she half expected him to snap at her, for things to go back to where they had been, with his distaste for her being obvious. But she was a little surprised as he managed to calm himself down and speak to her in a civil manner once more. Clearly he was serious about the two of them getting along, and she would do her best to ensure that they did. As long as he didn’t treat her like filth, she would follow his commands and show him respect. She wasn’t entirely optimistic yet, she would wait and see if he would follow through with everything or if it was all just talk to attempt to appease her for the moment.
She didn’t try to argue or interrupt him, he had let her speak without interrupting her, though he looked like he wanted to push her over the cliff the entire time. She nodded when he finished speaking, looking at his hand. She weighed her thoughts and feelings about him, then extended her own hand to take his in a handshake, sealing their agreement to be civil.
“Agreed.” She said, letting go of his hand to stand up, she brushed the dirt off her dress, the fabric blowing behind her in the breeze. She stretched her arms above her head, sitting on the hard stone had made her back a bit sore, but nothing that a good stretch couldn’t fix.
“Am I needed here further, or back at the house? If I am not, I would like to ask to head down to the harbour. I heard tell of a large shipment coming through these docks in a few days, and I wanted to gather more information before presenting it to yourself and Nahash. I thought perhaps we could strike when the payment is exchanged for the goods.” She explained, keeping her tone respectful, already being careful to keep to her side of things. She would cut the attitude, or at least do her very best to. Already the effort could be seen. Normally she would have just said her goodbyes and gone down to the harbour without telling him a single thing or asking if she was needed elsewhere first. Hopefully he would see the effort she was putting in, and also appreciate the potential job she might have found for them.
Hanging around in taverns had paid off at least a little if they could hit the payment for this large shipment, if the word was true and it was in fact coming to the harbour in the next few days. She had wanted to be absolutely sure before she had mentioned it to anyone else, but she supposed that this was part of showing Khanh respect.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Feb 20, 2020 17:32:40 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on Feb 20, 2020 17:32:40 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
She could see him tense up once more, and she half expected him to snap at her, for things to go back to where they had been, with his distaste for her being obvious. But she was a little surprised as he managed to calm himself down and speak to her in a civil manner once more. Clearly he was serious about the two of them getting along, and she would do her best to ensure that they did. As long as he didn’t treat her like filth, she would follow his commands and show him respect. She wasn’t entirely optimistic yet, she would wait and see if he would follow through with everything or if it was all just talk to attempt to appease her for the moment.
She didn’t try to argue or interrupt him, he had let her speak without interrupting her, though he looked like he wanted to push her over the cliff the entire time. She nodded when he finished speaking, looking at his hand. She weighed her thoughts and feelings about him, then extended her own hand to take his in a handshake, sealing their agreement to be civil.
“Agreed.” She said, letting go of his hand to stand up, she brushed the dirt off her dress, the fabric blowing behind her in the breeze. She stretched her arms above her head, sitting on the hard stone had made her back a bit sore, but nothing that a good stretch couldn’t fix.
“Am I needed here further, or back at the house? If I am not, I would like to ask to head down to the harbour. I heard tell of a large shipment coming through these docks in a few days, and I wanted to gather more information before presenting it to yourself and Nahash. I thought perhaps we could strike when the payment is exchanged for the goods.” She explained, keeping her tone respectful, already being careful to keep to her side of things. She would cut the attitude, or at least do her very best to. Already the effort could be seen. Normally she would have just said her goodbyes and gone down to the harbour without telling him a single thing or asking if she was needed elsewhere first. Hopefully he would see the effort she was putting in, and also appreciate the potential job she might have found for them.
Hanging around in taverns had paid off at least a little if they could hit the payment for this large shipment, if the word was true and it was in fact coming to the harbour in the next few days. She had wanted to be absolutely sure before she had mentioned it to anyone else, but she supposed that this was part of showing Khanh respect.
She could see him tense up once more, and she half expected him to snap at her, for things to go back to where they had been, with his distaste for her being obvious. But she was a little surprised as he managed to calm himself down and speak to her in a civil manner once more. Clearly he was serious about the two of them getting along, and she would do her best to ensure that they did. As long as he didn’t treat her like filth, she would follow his commands and show him respect. She wasn’t entirely optimistic yet, she would wait and see if he would follow through with everything or if it was all just talk to attempt to appease her for the moment.
She didn’t try to argue or interrupt him, he had let her speak without interrupting her, though he looked like he wanted to push her over the cliff the entire time. She nodded when he finished speaking, looking at his hand. She weighed her thoughts and feelings about him, then extended her own hand to take his in a handshake, sealing their agreement to be civil.
“Agreed.” She said, letting go of his hand to stand up, she brushed the dirt off her dress, the fabric blowing behind her in the breeze. She stretched her arms above her head, sitting on the hard stone had made her back a bit sore, but nothing that a good stretch couldn’t fix.
“Am I needed here further, or back at the house? If I am not, I would like to ask to head down to the harbour. I heard tell of a large shipment coming through these docks in a few days, and I wanted to gather more information before presenting it to yourself and Nahash. I thought perhaps we could strike when the payment is exchanged for the goods.” She explained, keeping her tone respectful, already being careful to keep to her side of things. She would cut the attitude, or at least do her very best to. Already the effort could be seen. Normally she would have just said her goodbyes and gone down to the harbour without telling him a single thing or asking if she was needed elsewhere first. Hopefully he would see the effort she was putting in, and also appreciate the potential job she might have found for them.
Hanging around in taverns had paid off at least a little if they could hit the payment for this large shipment, if the word was true and it was in fact coming to the harbour in the next few days. She had wanted to be absolutely sure before she had mentioned it to anyone else, but she supposed that this was part of showing Khanh respect.
When he’d extended his hand to her, he’d not considered that she might not accept his terms. After all, she clearly wanted to be a thief. It was nearly out of the question that such reasonable terms as he’d outlined to her wouldn’t be readily agreed with. But as his hand hung suspended in the air between them, his gaze resting on her, Khanh recognized the hesitation. Somra’s eyes lingered on his hand as though she might actually say ‘no’. That nearly made him jerk his hand back. Never in his life had he met such a person who assumed they knew so much - so much about so little.
In the seconds it took for Khanh to start retracting his hand, Somra snatched hold. The warmth of her palm pressed against his and she looked into his eyes. Khanh’s shoulders relaxed and his grip was firm, but not crushing like it might have been a second before. Any longer and he’d have had a right to take offense. Leave it to Somra to walk that razor fine line.
With that settled between them, Somra stood and stretched. Khanh rose slowly, his gaze resting on her rather than the dull brown landscape at their feet. For a few moments, he watched the wind toying with the fabric of her clothes, pulling the cloth hard toward the sea as if begging her to fly. His eyes wandered beyond her to the Aegean and its crystalline blue water. Her question pulled his attention and his bright eyes narrowed as he considered what she was asking. Thieving from sailors? He considered it, but half dismissed it out of hand. Too many people around at all hours, for one thing. For another, even if they did take the risk, the pay out had better be worth it.
To stake that out would be good practice for her, though, if having to do it with a rough crowd. Akhmad hadn’t needed to step between him and Somra. Khanh would have backed off for the asking, but past was past and Somra’s quick knife skills in threatening him told Khanh she’d been around rough crowds before. There were men down at the docks who wouldn’t step back and there likely wouldn’t be an Akhmad to save her, since knives were no guarantee that men could or even would be stopped. If Somra was to be part of this crew, Khanh was of the opinion that she shouldn’t need rescuing all the time. She lived on the streets, he assumed. She likely knew all the dangers already.
“Only tell me if you think the hit will be worth our time. It needs to split a healthy six ways.” He appraised her for a long moment and then waved her off as though she was a scampering kitten. “Go on then. And don’t come home pregnant,” he said as he turned to walk back down the way he’d come. That last part was mostly a tease. Before long, he was back down among the streets and heading back to the hideout, satisfied that these idiot fights were behind them.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
May 5, 2020 21:11:35 GMT
Posted In Long overdue on May 5, 2020 21:11:35 GMT
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
When he’d extended his hand to her, he’d not considered that she might not accept his terms. After all, she clearly wanted to be a thief. It was nearly out of the question that such reasonable terms as he’d outlined to her wouldn’t be readily agreed with. But as his hand hung suspended in the air between them, his gaze resting on her, Khanh recognized the hesitation. Somra’s eyes lingered on his hand as though she might actually say ‘no’. That nearly made him jerk his hand back. Never in his life had he met such a person who assumed they knew so much - so much about so little.
In the seconds it took for Khanh to start retracting his hand, Somra snatched hold. The warmth of her palm pressed against his and she looked into his eyes. Khanh’s shoulders relaxed and his grip was firm, but not crushing like it might have been a second before. Any longer and he’d have had a right to take offense. Leave it to Somra to walk that razor fine line.
With that settled between them, Somra stood and stretched. Khanh rose slowly, his gaze resting on her rather than the dull brown landscape at their feet. For a few moments, he watched the wind toying with the fabric of her clothes, pulling the cloth hard toward the sea as if begging her to fly. His eyes wandered beyond her to the Aegean and its crystalline blue water. Her question pulled his attention and his bright eyes narrowed as he considered what she was asking. Thieving from sailors? He considered it, but half dismissed it out of hand. Too many people around at all hours, for one thing. For another, even if they did take the risk, the pay out had better be worth it.
To stake that out would be good practice for her, though, if having to do it with a rough crowd. Akhmad hadn’t needed to step between him and Somra. Khanh would have backed off for the asking, but past was past and Somra’s quick knife skills in threatening him told Khanh she’d been around rough crowds before. There were men down at the docks who wouldn’t step back and there likely wouldn’t be an Akhmad to save her, since knives were no guarantee that men could or even would be stopped. If Somra was to be part of this crew, Khanh was of the opinion that she shouldn’t need rescuing all the time. She lived on the streets, he assumed. She likely knew all the dangers already.
“Only tell me if you think the hit will be worth our time. It needs to split a healthy six ways.” He appraised her for a long moment and then waved her off as though she was a scampering kitten. “Go on then. And don’t come home pregnant,” he said as he turned to walk back down the way he’d come. That last part was mostly a tease. Before long, he was back down among the streets and heading back to the hideout, satisfied that these idiot fights were behind them.
When he’d extended his hand to her, he’d not considered that she might not accept his terms. After all, she clearly wanted to be a thief. It was nearly out of the question that such reasonable terms as he’d outlined to her wouldn’t be readily agreed with. But as his hand hung suspended in the air between them, his gaze resting on her, Khanh recognized the hesitation. Somra’s eyes lingered on his hand as though she might actually say ‘no’. That nearly made him jerk his hand back. Never in his life had he met such a person who assumed they knew so much - so much about so little.
In the seconds it took for Khanh to start retracting his hand, Somra snatched hold. The warmth of her palm pressed against his and she looked into his eyes. Khanh’s shoulders relaxed and his grip was firm, but not crushing like it might have been a second before. Any longer and he’d have had a right to take offense. Leave it to Somra to walk that razor fine line.
With that settled between them, Somra stood and stretched. Khanh rose slowly, his gaze resting on her rather than the dull brown landscape at their feet. For a few moments, he watched the wind toying with the fabric of her clothes, pulling the cloth hard toward the sea as if begging her to fly. His eyes wandered beyond her to the Aegean and its crystalline blue water. Her question pulled his attention and his bright eyes narrowed as he considered what she was asking. Thieving from sailors? He considered it, but half dismissed it out of hand. Too many people around at all hours, for one thing. For another, even if they did take the risk, the pay out had better be worth it.
To stake that out would be good practice for her, though, if having to do it with a rough crowd. Akhmad hadn’t needed to step between him and Somra. Khanh would have backed off for the asking, but past was past and Somra’s quick knife skills in threatening him told Khanh she’d been around rough crowds before. There were men down at the docks who wouldn’t step back and there likely wouldn’t be an Akhmad to save her, since knives were no guarantee that men could or even would be stopped. If Somra was to be part of this crew, Khanh was of the opinion that she shouldn’t need rescuing all the time. She lived on the streets, he assumed. She likely knew all the dangers already.
“Only tell me if you think the hit will be worth our time. It needs to split a healthy six ways.” He appraised her for a long moment and then waved her off as though she was a scampering kitten. “Go on then. And don’t come home pregnant,” he said as he turned to walk back down the way he’d come. That last part was mostly a tease. Before long, he was back down among the streets and heading back to the hideout, satisfied that these idiot fights were behind them.