Sila does a running leap, busted ribs and all, who fucking cares. Carver scoops her up and tucks her safe into the crook of his arm, holding her close. She’s bloody and brutal and they got this shit sone. No casualties, not even a serious injury among them.
It’s a good day. Praise God.
“I will,” Carver promises, eyes bright. He’s not running manic, no, it’s different like this. There’s cause for celebration. They did good. They’ll eat good. They made that happen.
He follows readily, stepping over a corpse without really seeing it. Sila tucks herself into his jacket and he lets her; she’s nocturnal, when she can be, and sometimes she gets antsy and overstimulated after a fight. It doesn’t mean much.
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Date: 2023-07-11 01:29 am (UTC)It’s a good day. Praise God.
“I will,” Carver promises, eyes bright. He’s not running manic, no, it’s different like this. There’s cause for celebration. They did good. They’ll eat good. They made that happen.
He follows readily, stepping over a corpse without really seeing it. Sila tucks herself into his jacket and he lets her; she’s nocturnal, when she can be, and sometimes she gets antsy and overstimulated after a fight. It doesn’t mean much.