Re: [Mature] The Velvet Goose - For What Ails You
Posted: October 5th, 2019, 10:03 pm
He took the second morsel of cheese, as his cloak of confidence settled in, it was far tastier when he was expecting it. "Give me a moment, and I'll get it out. Though I can't promise there won't be a dent," he said, continuing to slowly eat. He was starting to get fully back into himself and had an idea for getting the blade out.
Then she cut him to the quick, digging into his own wild swings of behavior. "I am terribly glad for you, that the question hadn't ever come to mind. Everything has a price, a value of exchange, when you've got nothing but your skin." He motioned to the collection of food, "This is decadence I can only afford after several days of far less profitable work than what you offered."
When she sat and described her own day's work, he grimaced. "That certainly doesn't sound like something I'd ever want to be caught doing for a coin." He moved over to the dagger, placed his booted foot along the base of the blade, and slammed the heel down where the metal met the wall. The dagger snapped cleanly with distinctive ping before it clattered to the floor.
He collected the grip and turned to answer her, "I'll take the pay, the clothes, and perhaps a kiss. Go back to the Goose, get my cut of a night's work, and then check with Marcy if there's any work I'm owed." He examined the sheared blade and its pair embedded in the wall. "Then get a new one of these, I imagine. Maybe something with a bit more to it, who knows."
"Did you-" he started, before clearing his throat. "Did you need something else?" he asked, the faintest hint of hope in his voice. He wasn't going to get his spirits up too much. He'd nearly killed her, and she was clearly a busy woman with things to do, and likely little time for a wastrel like himself.
Then she cut him to the quick, digging into his own wild swings of behavior. "I am terribly glad for you, that the question hadn't ever come to mind. Everything has a price, a value of exchange, when you've got nothing but your skin." He motioned to the collection of food, "This is decadence I can only afford after several days of far less profitable work than what you offered."
When she sat and described her own day's work, he grimaced. "That certainly doesn't sound like something I'd ever want to be caught doing for a coin." He moved over to the dagger, placed his booted foot along the base of the blade, and slammed the heel down where the metal met the wall. The dagger snapped cleanly with distinctive ping before it clattered to the floor.
He collected the grip and turned to answer her, "I'll take the pay, the clothes, and perhaps a kiss. Go back to the Goose, get my cut of a night's work, and then check with Marcy if there's any work I'm owed." He examined the sheared blade and its pair embedded in the wall. "Then get a new one of these, I imagine. Maybe something with a bit more to it, who knows."
"Did you-" he started, before clearing his throat. "Did you need something else?" he asked, the faintest hint of hope in his voice. He wasn't going to get his spirits up too much. He'd nearly killed her, and she was clearly a busy woman with things to do, and likely little time for a wastrel like himself.