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#(Consider this probably set sometime after our other thread. WHICH I'M OF COURSE ALSO TOTES GONNA REPLY TO.)
red-hemlock · 3 months
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// [ hide ] sender leans in to receiver's body, hoping to hide against them in a moment of fear
Action Prompts for Leaning @mute-call
Green eyes pass a glance behind, taking-in the sight of the fearful form leant against her... He had good reason, denying the fact that things weren't a bit hairy at the moment would be nothing short of naïve. That gaze shifts ahead, a sight that causes her to bristle once more and fist an already too-tight grip around the blade-hilt in her palm. Hired hands, and a lot of them too, sent by their 'illustrious' target to no doubt excise the thorn trying to stab into his side; and rid the world of her employer as well. Kill the killer, and you've taken the-out the immediate issue; but eliminate the one holding the leash, and you've stayed the collaring of further attack dogs in the future.
Smart. But not if Bell's current mouthy 'mutt' had anything to say about it. River's free hand slips behind, a slow brush of skin-upon-skin, but a thought halts her touch at fingertips only. The minute she takes Steven's hand and turns, they'll be on them like sharks raring to savage a bloody carcass... Far too many to focus on killing, whilst keeping him safe.
"...Sorry, Boss. I'm afraid I'm going to be needing both hands to take-care of this." Raising to flatten against his chest, that hand now pushes him back. A movement seemingly born out of annoyance to their annoying pursuers, but in truth, it was a gentle nudge toward the door behind them. Half-hidden in the dark, and their only apparent way out.
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"Go, and don't look back." River speaks the soft order with an edge of insistence, "Don't worry. I'll meet you back, same spot as always."
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