04-16-2023, 05:49 PM
Hell Is Wrapped in Darkness. . .
Everything had worked out, in the end. That which he had sought out so carefully had been obtained, and now all there was to be done would be to transfer it into the hands of those who had sought out his services. Give and collect. For that affair, he would leave under the cover of darkness from the house that he had his sister shared. Exhaustion was a drape over him, a fair amount of energy given in the last leap of days. Most times, it was more than enough in his book to contend with the sun itself, let alone this level of exertion. However, he couldn't complain much - not with this much coin to be had.
He entered through the bar front, his mask undoubtedly drawing the stare of a few passerby as he gave a nod to the tender. "Just here to see my favorite gal." An explanation he doubted the woman needed, but one he gave regardless. After all, at this point he was nearly a regular. Though his visits and his needs were never quite so base as other frequent visitors, but that was something only shared between he and the woman he sought who had a particular way to soften the tongues and part the lips of strangers. She also had her own web of connections - ones he found preferable to exploit for his own gains.
It was for this reason now that he returned to her doorstep. To complete the loop that had begun. To add fuel to an already dangerous fire. To recline and watch this world burn within it.
He entered through the bar front, his mask undoubtedly drawing the stare of a few passerby as he gave a nod to the tender. "Just here to see my favorite gal." An explanation he doubted the woman needed, but one he gave regardless. After all, at this point he was nearly a regular. Though his visits and his needs were never quite so base as other frequent visitors, but that was something only shared between he and the woman he sought who had a particular way to soften the tongues and part the lips of strangers. She also had her own web of connections - ones he found preferable to exploit for his own gains.
It was for this reason now that he returned to her doorstep. To complete the loop that had begun. To add fuel to an already dangerous fire. To recline and watch this world burn within it.
. . . And Even the Flowers Don't Bloom