OPEN

[deceivingly]

WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm

Comments

[untiltheyarent]

"Then why all the fuss?"

Stepping further into the room, but only to move past him, Fifi raises her eyebrows and goes to where she left the cup. Rather than bend at the waist to pick it up, she pliés down to it, as habitually as one might scratch their cheek or adjust their clothes.

"You looked as though you'd seen a ghost."

Straightening, she turns back to smirk at him.

[inkindled]

Matthias steps back to give her plenty of space to get by. He pulls a face at her as she goes by, and then again when she smirks at him.

"You did surprise me by showing up bloody suddenly, ghost-like. Isn't that reason enough to get, y'know, put on edge?"

[untiltheyarent]

"Is it?" He's cute. And hostile, perhaps unexpectedly, but it takes all sorts.

"Perhaps at first, but I don't imagine I'd still be on edge even now, what with having not been caught doing anything amiss."

At this point, Fifi is trying not to smile at him, suspecting it will only make the situation worse. "Shall I leave you to your rifling?"