I've got a Jar of Dirt
Knight
01-26-2022, 06:28 PM
"You were heartbroken when I wasn't in the shadows, but my feelings don't matter when I go through all the effort to plan a raid just to see you and I don't even get to taste your own blood?" Sparrow feigned hurt as best as she could. He offered that next time, she warn him and they could see about squaring off. She huffed, "But sneaking in the middle of the night is half the fun!" She protested only half honestly. "Can I just give you a vague season or moon cycle?" She deflated, and worked her best doe-eye-flutter thing that Hanako used to do so well.
He said he'd give back Artisan and that he had missed them (Aww) and that he might miss them less having to know the "sordid details of your love life." Sparrow snorted, "It's a short list honestly, and Friar loved to tell it in it's entirety over fire and some alcohol- really it's a fun time."
He apologized to her in what Sparrow could only feel was something way too intimate for her normal demeanor. He held up a ruby red jar and Sparrow thought to joke excitement and pretend to believe it was his blood, but he was so into it and full of possibly real emotion and Sparrow couldn't find it in herself to interrupt nor reciprocate. Dumbly, she accepted the bottle and held it somewhat more softly than the others she had carried previously. "Pirates can't have real allies," she said, her mouth more dry than the sentences she found falling out of her mouth. "It's part of the territory- we live to piss people off." She wanted to tell him that his land really had been under attack, as much as it would be for any raid. She wasn't upset at their response, she had just come to right it for now.
Sparrow sucked in a breath when he held out his paw, wondering how she got into this position and mentally making a note to chastise Artisan for the emotional damage later. "Fine," she conceded. "We won't attack you out of the blue next time, lest we lose our favorite Artisan again." She stuck out her paw, cat claws and all, "We have an accord, Artorias, alpha of the Hallows."
He said he'd give back Artisan and that he had missed them (Aww) and that he might miss them less having to know the "sordid details of your love life." Sparrow snorted, "It's a short list honestly, and Friar loved to tell it in it's entirety over fire and some alcohol- really it's a fun time."
He apologized to her in what Sparrow could only feel was something way too intimate for her normal demeanor. He held up a ruby red jar and Sparrow thought to joke excitement and pretend to believe it was his blood, but he was so into it and full of possibly real emotion and Sparrow couldn't find it in herself to interrupt nor reciprocate. Dumbly, she accepted the bottle and held it somewhat more softly than the others she had carried previously. "Pirates can't have real allies," she said, her mouth more dry than the sentences she found falling out of her mouth. "It's part of the territory- we live to piss people off." She wanted to tell him that his land really had been under attack, as much as it would be for any raid. She wasn't upset at their response, she had just come to right it for now.
Sparrow sucked in a breath when he held out his paw, wondering how she got into this position and mentally making a note to chastise Artisan for the emotional damage later. "Fine," she conceded. "We won't attack you out of the blue next time, lest we lose our favorite Artisan again." She stuck out her paw, cat claws and all, "We have an accord, Artorias, alpha of the Hallows."
Sparrow has a female Harlequin Macaw named Pongolo and a male Capuchin monkey named Friar, and a hairless mushroom tuxedo cat named Beef Sandwich. She also has cat claws... and some weird leg spike things.