[ Whatever terms they've come to in their agreement... she was loyal. She follows the plan, with little care either way of the impact. If he would have asked her to assist in crime, she'd most likely indulge too. The dissatisfaction in living tugs at her, brings her to find a purpose in Jason that wasn't exactly the most wholesome. It was mutually beneficial and there was a small debt she felt inclined to repay.
The streets will always be littered with those who do harm, she was far from selfless in her sense of justice. Lazy beyond her years, begging for an end that would never come unless she finds someone to agree to her terms – to a power coveted by those keen for the Lazarus Pit itself so she can free herself.
Jason's company had been enough to keep the days from feeling like endless crawls of a snail burning in the sun – it was something that furthered them forward. Accomplice... here and now, was the word that described them best. There was a rare moment when her voice had warmth and her eyes had life in them – but he's seen them on occasion. He knows they're there. ]
I can't say the same for you. You really should find a better helmet.
[ Her body was not shaped like his – but the distraction worked well enough and the Red Hood was retired for the evening. She shrugs a bit, rolling her shoulder to shake off the jacket too heavy for her frame – where blood still cakes into the bare upper bicep that almost feels like a bee-sting right now by the time her healing still does its job. Even the sound of pizza did well to distract her, her hands moving layer by layer to undress – leaving a trail of clothes that results in shorts and a sports bra without a second care. His clothes were horrible.
The last piece was a handgun, set next to his helmet – where she doesn't even make eye contact with him. The witch coldly had better things to address than something as betraying as a lingering look. ]
You'd better, I want the extra seasoning on the crust.
[ She doesn't mention if they should order or if he can leave – instead, she flops to the nearest cushion where Cheese-kun was waiting for her, pressing it to her frame lazily. ]
I'm almost certain some got away. Would that cause a problem in your plans moving forward? I could have taken care of them... but I'm not sure why you insisted I leave. It's hardly a threat to me to see your plans through.
[ Throw herself on a sword, it sounds like, but it was a disregard for her own immortality – something that was rooted through her veins. ]
no subject
The streets will always be littered with those who do harm, she was far from selfless in her sense of justice. Lazy beyond her years, begging for an end that would never come unless she finds someone to agree to her terms – to a power coveted by those keen for the Lazarus Pit itself so she can free herself.
Jason's company had been enough to keep the days from feeling like endless crawls of a snail burning in the sun – it was something that furthered them forward. Accomplice... here and now, was the word that described them best. There was a rare moment when her voice had warmth and her eyes had life in them – but he's seen them on occasion. He knows they're there. ]
I can't say the same for you. You really should find a better helmet.
[ Her body was not shaped like his – but the distraction worked well enough and the Red Hood was retired for the evening. She shrugs a bit, rolling her shoulder to shake off the jacket too heavy for her frame – where blood still cakes into the bare upper bicep that almost feels like a bee-sting right now by the time her healing still does its job. Even the sound of pizza did well to distract her, her hands moving layer by layer to undress – leaving a trail of clothes that results in shorts and a sports bra without a second care. His clothes were horrible.
The last piece was a handgun, set next to his helmet – where she doesn't even make eye contact with him. The witch coldly had better things to address than something as betraying as a lingering look. ]
You'd better, I want the extra seasoning on the crust.
[ She doesn't mention if they should order or if he can leave – instead, she flops to the nearest cushion where Cheese-kun was waiting for her, pressing it to her frame lazily. ]
I'm almost certain some got away. Would that cause a problem in your plans moving forward? I could have taken care of them... but I'm not sure why you insisted I leave. It's hardly a threat to me to see your plans through.
[ Throw herself on a sword, it sounds like, but it was a disregard for her own immortality – something that was rooted through her veins. ]