[ something in her chest feels heavy, as he traces the path with his own fingers. she's always noticed that he has such long and delicate fingers, which are usually covered by the gloves. the gloves, she supposes, accentuates those features, but she's always faintly surprised when he removes them.
in another world, maybe, he would have been an excellent pianist.
she's about to speak up again, to try and convince him that she needs to go with him in order to ensure he makes it across the rooftops safely, when he turns to her to hand out a piece of paper. her brow furrows, confused, and her eyes flicker at the seal before returning to his face.
she doesn't take the document, or read it, though she has a suspicious as to what it is. she would recognize that seal anywhere. it rules this damn city. and she has no account, at the gemensbank. the only record on her at the institution would be her debt. ]
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Date: 2021-02-07 06:33 pm (UTC)in another world, maybe, he would have been an excellent pianist.
she's about to speak up again, to try and convince him that she needs to go with him in order to ensure he makes it across the rooftops safely, when he turns to her to hand out a piece of paper. her brow furrows, confused, and her eyes flicker at the seal before returning to his face.
she doesn't take the document, or read it, though she has a suspicious as to what it is. she would recognize that seal anywhere. it rules this damn city. and she has no account, at the gemensbank. the only record on her at the institution would be her debt. ]
What is it.
[ it's said quietly, watching his expression. ]