forum Just Another Assassin // O/O // Closed, stalkers are cool

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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"Plenty. What do you want?" He replies running a hand through Blizzards fur before turning his head to the voice. His eyes were narrowed in the dark as he gazed around his moonlit room.

Grace didn't answer, pressing her lips together again and ducking down, jumping onto a wooden chest with a swish of air.

Caspian didn't look pleased before sitting on his bed. "You're going to kill me aren't you? Honestly, I don't understand why. Did someone hire you?" He asks settling on his bed, acting very calm for someone who had an assassin in his room.

Grace nodded, only her shadow showing her movements. She could easily jump and kill him from here, but while he was…striking up a conversation, why not let him live a little longer?

He raised a brow. "I'm taking that as a "Yes, Caspian. Someone did hire me to kill you." He says with a raised brow.

Mame snorted a little, poking his fiery red head out from the jacket. Small wisps of smoke, like those from a match, floated through the air from his nostrils.

Caspian settled beside blizzard, the dog still out cold. He sighed and ran a hand through her fur. He was glad she was alive at least.

"If it wasn't for the dog, you'd be dead," Grace hissed with gritted teeth, Mame hissing in imitation.

"So why not kill me?" he replies. "I'm sitting on my bed. I'm not pleading for my life, nor asking you to take it."

“You had enough nerve to talk,” She remarked rather snarkily. “Tell me - how have you not been killed yet?”

He shrugs. "I don't know." He sighs and looks around, shaking his head. "At least let me see who is going to kill me before I die."

Grace huffed a little, figuring she might as well. After all, if she got that close to him, it would be over quickly. She stepped forward into the light, Mame slithering back into her jacket.

He gazed at her before standing and letting himself come into the light as well. "Alright. You have the means of killing me. Your choice." He says quietly.

Grace purses her lips, considering. “Do you want to die?”

He shrugs. "Not exactly. I have people to care for. But you're the assassin." He bases at her.

Grace let out a huff, some of Mame's red scales peeking out from her collar. "I've come to believe this is…a trick."

"A trick. Look around. You attacked me in my sleep. You knocked my dog out. I haven't called the guards. You have me at your disposal." He replies as he tilts his head.

Mame slithered all the way out of the leather collar of her jacket, coming up her neck to wrap around her ear, making a couple small sounds - almost as if it was trying to talk to her. Grace looked over to him, raising a little eyebrow.

He raised a brow in return. "Is it for justice, or something else?" He asks as he gazed at her.

"Sort of. Remember a little…war recently?" She asked, letting Mame slither around her fingers. He had reminded her that her being hired wasn't the only reason she'd come to kill him.

"I'm familiar with it. My kingdom wasn't a part of it. Only a few of my citizens decided to fight in that war." He replies, a brow raised.

"But they did," She muttered, fingering the knife in its sheath.

He sighed. "Just get it over with." He says quietly.

She paused, eventually shaking her head. "No."

He looked at her curiously. "You are an interesting assassin. I suppose I owe you my thanks then."

Mame snorted loudly from Grace's hand, skittering into one of her pockets. "And you're an interesting prince."