
And slump she did. Caught off guard, never a good thing for an assassin. But ain’t no way he was poking those claws of his in her guts anytime soon, so she twisted and rose, not bothering to flinch at the small amount of hair that came away with it. Haven wasn’t looking for a fight, she’d slither out of this with agility. “Been grow’n ‘em. Ain’t as good as yours though.” Remaining in such a composture that left her looking relaxed but contemplating routes of escape, she shrugged. “Not yet.”
Feeling the corners of his lips twitch into a smirk, he watched her with that stoical look in her eyes and— not minding of it— licked his lips teasingly.
“Been thinkin’ a’ me, then eh?”
Dark eyebrows furrowed in response. “No. Th’opposite. Thought y’were dead, and that put me in a right jolly ol’ mood for a few weeks or so. Now you’re back. Ah, well.”


wintercardwell replied to your post: I hope I haven’t missed much.
[Runs up and hugs tightly] I was just thinkin’ about you…
You were? Must be doin’ somethin’ right, then. Hey, Mama Bear.
[Scoffs.]Mine.
I suggest everyone else back off unless they want their throats ripped out.