Date: 2021-01-27 09:48 pm (UTC)
wraithes: (020.)
From: [personal profile] wraithes
Ah, yes. [ in a knowing tone, as she shifts to sit cross-legged, resting her hands in her lap. ] There is also the overdramatic coat and the ridiculous hat.

[ can't possibly forget those things. she leans back a little, to rest a shoulder against one of the crooked chimneys sticking out of the roof. it's not on, or warm. who knows if it even still works. and her gaze turns back to the city, which has a quiet hush over it, now. it must be nearly two or three in the morning.

even so, the lights on the menagerie still flicker.

she lets the silence hang between them for a moment, comfortable as inej watches windows continue to darken, the night growing too late for even the night life of the barrel. the brothels tend to stay lit the longest; these were prime hours, for people like heleen.

monsters move better in the dark. ]


I am glad I met you.

[ it's said without thinking, a tiny blip of quiet honesty, spoken where no one else can hear it, on the rooftops. ]
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