OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[extortion]

[ Amelia wouldn't be a very good extortionist if she didn't know how to give people the things that they want. Marcus is a bit of a conundrum because he pounds the same paths that she does as far as the warm end of the Spectrum is concerned, but Amelia also knows that Marcus is a bit of a snitch (and that the green-level clearance stamped onto all of her IDs would be nothing short of an irresistable treat for the likes of him.

Still, she plays nice since that seems to be in both of their best interests for the time being. Amelia abandons the newspaper in a nearby bin and then steers herself over, her hand not hesitating to close over his around the umbrella's handle. ]

Careful, Marcus. A girl can get used to being rescued, y'know.

[fibbed]

Live to do the rescuin', that's me. [ The grin Marcus gives is wide. It doesn't quite fit on his face; it threatens to split it in two, almost as if such an expression never sat right on his features and now that it has there's no way to fix it.

When he walks, he doesn't set the pace or steer her one direction or another (except to avoid a passer-by or two). Instead, Marcus matches his pace to hers; he follows where she goes, even if that's not what he wants. Want is a stupid (though not altogether fruitless) word to chase after, when you're this end of the Spectrum.

Marcus catches her eye and quickly glances up at the umbrella, using his spare hand to gesture upwards at it with a slight wriggle of his fingers. ]

Y'like it? Looks just like me, I reckon. Got the colorin' right and everythin'.