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where is her mr. smith to her mrs. smith

caritonis

there was steam rising from his body, each inhale and exhale forming a mist that hovered around him in the dead of night. he didn’t look distressed— just annoyed. he’d just finished one of his missions, taking out a group of people so easily, he had made a sport out of it. but the source of his irritation was simple: he’d missed one. he had considered running after the one who got away, but he prided himself on his katana. he’d bleed to death, renelm reminded himself.
          
          he was clad in loose black pants and a white shirt which was now splattered with red. his shoes were better off thrown away than salvaged. he was about to turn and call it a night, to return back and clean his blade of the blood it now carried, when a pair of curious eyes caught his attention, staring at him.
          
          “what,” he said, his voice leaving no room for subtlety, “did you think i wouldn’t notice if you hid pathetically back there?”

caritonis

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            “why ask a question when you already know the answer.” it wasn’t directed as a question, but rather an observation. renelm did that a lot— observe, then follow with comments he probably should’ve kept to himself. he grabbed the collar of his shirt, lifted it, and wiped the side of his cheek before he glanced down as if to assess how much blood smeared his face. 
            
            “if you weren’t hiding, what were you doing back there?”he looked up at her, tilting his head toward where she’d been when he first noticed her. at the intensity of her stare aimed at his weapon, he arched a brow. renelm twisted the hilt of the katana; a line of red running down the smooth length until it dripped into the pool on the ground.
            
            then, with a single swift motion he leveled the katana at her, the point aimed at the hollow of her throat. “well, to answer you, of course had to. and now that you’re a witness, you’re next.”
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“ if i wanted to hide, believe me, you’d never know i was here. “   it had been so long since edden was in this sort of mess. she was careful to avoid these things for a reason. though she could never completely erase it from her life. she stared because she was processing. weighing in the scene before her and debating on her next moves. she knew one thing was for sure. no questions. this was /not/ her business and yet she just couldn’t look away. 
            
            “ … did you really have to do all that?”  the blonde slid a hand into her front pant’s pocket. she sighed, nose wrinkled. the smell of blood was always permanent in her brain. she never really looked at the man himself. it was pointless. she couldn’t remember anything about his face for the life of her. that katana though, the way he moved, his voice. she was logging it. 
            
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