>>3 Actually, yours is commendable. I had no idea where to start. You're a brave one ^.~
>>1 You make me proud :3 I hope to do this justice.
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"But then again, even if we keep our precious ignorance, we could still end up stiff and bloody in a ditch."
Without even sparing his companion a glance, Damasca rolled his eyes. A decade past, he would have been naive enough to accredit his friend's shameless boasts of the "psychic powers" that "ran through his blood line" with some belief. Even then, when they had first met as boys, the roguish courier had been able to read his thoughts like the Bible.
Now, of course, Damasca was all too familiar with the truth: his oldest friend was merely an impeccable reader of the human soul. In most cases, he wouldn't be able to use the information he obtained so fluidly and manipulatively, however...
"Akrin," Damascus replied. "You've known from the day we met that you and I shared the same kind of spirit. Your little mind tricks stopped working on me years ago."
A smirk split Akrin's thin, crafty features. "Fair enough," he waved the issue off nonchalantly. "Kindred spirits we are then. You know, if it annoys you so badly, why don't you try reading me for a change? I know you could; you may be the brawn of our little duet, but I'm not about to dismiss your brain or perception."
"I know," Damascus murmured thoughtfully. His focus was drawn entirely to their waiting client. From beneath the shadow of the man's hood, he could have sworn he saw the glint of a ravenous fang.
"You're eager for this lifestyle BECAUSE we could end up dead either way. Of course that's how it is. Your just like me." He smiled, a grin even more chilling than Akrin's feral one, an act of rebellion in the face of certain death.
"You know damn well we both LOVE our job."
But they weren't facing death; they were about to find themselves toe-to-toe with a fate far worse than could be imagined.