OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[decalescent]

[Far too much pain for such a pretty face, Fallen would say, but he's seen this witch around and he knows how quiet he is. And he knows to rein things back a little with the quiet ones. At least at the start.]

Got a spare?

[marshlands]

[ Yves has never been one for gossip but even those not in the know have heard about Tauzin and her golems. It's strange and fascinating to Yves, but in a superficial way — something to be looked at from afar but never really explored (just like most things in like, like most people). He stares at Fallen through his haze of smoke before pulling one last time from his cigarette and then plucking it from his lips.

Yves offers it, half-smoked, in the space between them, nodding at his as he exhales from the corner of his mouth. ]

Last one.

[decalescent]

[The entire cabal and further knows about the golems, Tauzin makes sure of that. Word spread on the wind helped her reputation, but within the cabal it was important, to her, that they were treated with the correct amount of respect. Fallen can't say that he hasn't used that to his advantage more than once, but he has a feeling leaning on it with this witch wouldn't go too well.

He takes the cigarette after a moment, watching him as he lifts it, taking one long drag. Then he offers it back.]

Be a waste, givin' it to me, then.

[The nicotine had no effect on him; he only smoked because he liked the taste.]