[quick to move around his room to pick up whatever he can shove into his pockets as she dresses. multiple knives -- some sheathed into his boots, others around his waist. his main weapons are his fists. he grabs money, enough to last for a few months if they're careful with it. he hesitates with his back to her by a nearby drawer, takes a quiet breath, caves and ends up tucking an suspicious little cloth bag into a spare pocket.
then she's at his side and he has to pretend like he isn't bringing what he's bringing. her touch sends a jolt of electricity up his arm. comfort is a stranger to him, and she's asking for it, but she's also reciprocating. he squeezes her hand back, his grip strong and assuring. with one last look at her he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.]
Whatever happens, don't make a sound. If I tell you not to look, don't look.
[orders for her coming from his own mouth are foreign, but there won't be hierarchy with what they're about to do. he's a servant, but now his role has rapidly evolved into something new. no one else will be able to watch him as she watches him.
he leads her into the halls, through the winding corridors. eyes and ears peeled for any remnant of sound; even a sneeze will give him pause. they have to make it to the carriage house. worst case scenario, they walk until reaching town, but that is the worst case. thieves lurk in the shadows of the woods and he'd like to avoid unnecessary combat.]
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then she's at his side and he has to pretend like he isn't bringing what he's bringing. her touch sends a jolt of electricity up his arm. comfort is a stranger to him, and she's asking for it, but she's also reciprocating. he squeezes her hand back, his grip strong and assuring. with one last look at her he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.]
Whatever happens, don't make a sound. If I tell you not to look, don't look.
[orders for her coming from his own mouth are foreign, but there won't be hierarchy with what they're about to do. he's a servant, but now his role has rapidly evolved into something new. no one else will be able to watch him as she watches him.
he leads her into the halls, through the winding corridors. eyes and ears peeled for any remnant of sound; even a sneeze will give him pause. they have to make it to the carriage house. worst case scenario, they walk until reaching town, but that is the worst case. thieves lurk in the shadows of the woods and he'd like to avoid unnecessary combat.]