A Thief's Escape ~ 9:44 Dragon (In Progress) Jul 5, 2017 1:54:27 GMT Gileadan, smilesja, and 2 more like this
Post by opuspace on Jul 5, 2017 1:54:27 GMT
|Character Name: Declan|
[OOC Five years ago...]
"I'm thinking about quitting, Kailyn."
He was walking along the edge of the roof they were on, noting the massive heaps of refuse in this particular part of Darktown. With the sun at his back, it was hard to pick out the expression on his face.
"Be serious Declan, you love this work. What else would you do?" Kailyn asked on a nervous chuckle.
"It's getting old, love. We risk our hides for Marik, and what do we get in return? A pittance of the profits."
Casually, he slung his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly to his side as the sun bled deeper into the horizon.
"It's a waste, love. A waste of your talents and mine. Besides, aren't you tired of the collateral damage? I bet I could run things far more clean than he does."
Lazily, one hand ran up and down the back of her coat, tracing where her spine would be. Off in the distance, birds were signaling a last run for scraps before the fishermen headed home.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and spoke in a soft voice. “Of course, I’m tired. I’ve been doing this since I was fourteen. It’s all I know. I worry what Marik would do if he even heard you were thinking about leaving. I don’t want to consider what would happen if you tried to start your own business. You know as well as I do what happens to those who quit."
"All too well, love. All too well."
The words were soft, almost too soft to be heard. For one long moment, he held her, arms wrapped around until his chin was resting against her head as they watched the sun go down.
"Say I do make it out, carve a name for ourselves. Would you be the queen to my king of our little underworld?"
She chuckled in response "Is that a proposal?" She brought her hands up to cover his. "I would be your queen of a little shack if you wished it. I've never traveled and I have no familial ties. Maybe it is time to make a change." She murmured softly. "I thought I was the one who loved fairy tales. What has you so romantic this evening?"
Grinning more impishly than a child who had been caught, Declan chuckled.
"Who needs fairy tales when I have something better? You, my honey girl, are better than any distant dream. You are real."
Swinging her around for a kiss, he lingered long as they stood near the edge, barely a misstep into the abyss. It was a fitting symbol of their work and their life.
"What has gotten into you?" She asked on a nervous laugh. She clung to him going on tiptoe for one more kiss. Earnestly she asked,"are you unhappy?"
He didn't answer, returning the kiss more deeply than usual before ending it with a small one on her forehead.
"Unhappy? No, love, never so long as I have you."
He was still bent over her, the very image of a dashing rogue in a bard's tale as he whispered close to her ear.
"There's just a few loose ends I need to take care of first."
He threw her down into the alley below, down into the waiting heaps of garbage.
With a look of disbelief, she reached for him as she fell only to grab air. She landed in the garbage with a loud crash. Feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen, she tried to look for the cause. She tried to move but she was already too weak. She looked in disbelief, first at the jagged piece of wood piercing her belly, to the roof she had just been thrown from. As her consciousness faded, she heard people approach. Then all went dark.
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