unforgets: (. 3)
daud ([personal profile] unforgets) wrote in [community profile] rackofbadcds 2013-10-28 10:20 pm (UTC)

[ The docks held a different sort of bustle - subtle yet lively - in comparison to the still grim streets of Dunwall. He knew this will take some time getting used to. It was too stark a change to dismiss, though he was certain that this place had its fair share of an underground.

Plainly, he knew there were choices; he didn't know which one he'd follow. He knew what he wanted - wanted to leave the past behind - but you don't leave the sort of things he's done behind; you didn't bury it behind time, either. It stayed; it will always do so, and that's fine. Deserved.

And then there was Billie. She lost his trust--and this might be the last he sees of her. Yet again, he thought the same when he spared her.

His brief reverie is torn, sharply, by her words and he's turning a hard look her way.
] He?

[ A beat, a moment's consideration and he's arching a brow (bitterly amused). ] So. The Black-eyed Bastard talked to you?

...He smell of wildflowers? [ Yeah, he remembered that, and there's a twitch of a smirk to dry lips. ]

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