Skill : 「 None */5 」

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For the briefest moment, Alaric stared quietly at her. Not in confusion or annoyance, but because he hadn’t expected the soft, little plant-girl to reply in such a way. Her voice was velvet, her posture gentle, and yet she managed to throw him words that sounded like a playfully-dangerous dare. Shatter her reality? Really?

A chill raced down his spine, tingling in a way that carved a devious smile upon his maw. Oh, he was going to have fun with this one. She had more fire in her than he’d anticipated, which made it all a bit more entertaining for him. Ric’s tongue glided over his teeth as his eyes took in Phia’s appearance once more, staking it to his memory. No more was he lazily grazing across her existence beside him, he had a new, sharpened interest—an interest she had lured out of him.

Well now, the man’s tongue tsk-ed, the amused grin still curled on his lips. Look at you, willing to hear the realities of the big, scary world, Alaric hummed, angling his head to hang low, close to her own. How far was too far? Maybe talking about the bitch he’d attacked nearby wouldn’t be a good idea, just in case Phia decided to utilize it against him.

His teeth flashed—fuller than just a smile—a tease, a test, a warning. Keep in mind, sweetheart. These ain’t just stories, they’re me. In all his stupid, selfish glory.

Poor choices. Poor choices. Poor choices. Every choice was poor, at this point—at least the ones Ric made.

In my old world I fucked with a bear because I had nothin’ better to do an’ almost died. Did it again in this world, but here it was a cougar, he shrugged, half of his scars were likely from those incidents. Fucked around in a storm an’ got caught in a rock slide. Almost died then, too, simple, poor choices. But these weren’t really bad were they?

Tried to fall in love, his voice that was previously playful or almost distant was now cold and sharp, as if his personality shifted entirely. The bitch called another guy’s name in her sleep… A sound he would never forget. Fuck them. So I nearly killed her, it wasn’t totally his fault, at least. He tried to leave after calling her a slew of names and throwing baseless accusations but she stood in his way and there was only one way out.

She’s still alive, as if the “attempted” part in attempted murder made it okay. At least, I think she is. a small shrug.