consign me {NOT} to [DARKNESS] (Crimmy)

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"I've killed before," Kit replied, grimacing, "Not often, if I can help it, but I have."

[CrimsonMoon]

"..." Fae nods slowly and leans back

-T I M E . S K I P-

He had been posted at the top of the barren rocks that surrounded the springs, it was obvious Fae had posted him there so if combat arose... He wouldnt be there. The stars wheeled overhead

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Kit kept one hand rested on the hilt of his broadsword, his tousled black curls now dry after their swim. He sat on one of the rocks, watching with alert eyes. Keeping watch was something he'd done since he was a boy, so the familiarity of it was nice.

Catherine lie in her bed, legs twisted around the sheets. She wore a long tunic, designed for men, that fell just passed her thighs, and that was all. The less clothes she wore to bed, the more comfortable she was.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae was sleepig on a cot as well, her red hair spilling around her shoulders, her chest slowly rising and falling beneath a tunic that was probably meant to be an undershirt

The wind brushes his skin lightly, a small voice floats on the wind," Look... Near your sisters' tent."

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His head snapped up and Kit glanced over as the voice advised him to. It was dark, agonizingly slow, but he was getting used to recognizing figures. Especially when they weren't supposed to be there.

[CrimsonMoon]

A dark figure was running, crouched along the tent, barely visable in the moonlight... They stopped next to the tent and put their ear to the cloth, listening

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The prince's jaw tightened and quietly, he got to his feet, moving smoothly over the rocks. It was obvious that the figure was not supposed to be there, just by the movements.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae rolls onto her side, her lips parted slightly and her breathing stiring the tent's cloth walls

The figure pulls a dagger from a sheath and uses a hand to pull the cloth back

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He quickened in pace, the wink of cold steel catching his eye. He skidded down the rocks and his feet touched grass. Kit waited until he was close enough to strike before drawing his sword, so the figure couldn't be alerted too soon and flee.

[CrimsonMoon]

The figure moves halfway into the tent, the from half of him disappearing into the tent

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Before he could move fully inside, Kit's gloved hand grasped him by the back of the shirt and yanked him back outside, the cold steel of his blade pressing against his neck as soon as he turned him around.

[CrimsonMoon]

The figure's blade flashed and he plunged the blade into his own chest...

Fae awakens, her blue eyes focusing on him

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Kit's lip curled in disgust. He hadn't even had to kill the man, the man went and killed himself without so much as a word. He let the now lifeless body fall away.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae blinks at him, she watches the body fall and reaches toward him, taking his hand,"... My watch..."

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Kit looked from the fallen body to his half-sister, "Does that happen often?" he asked quietly, noticing that Cat hadn't stirred yet.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yes.... They kill themselves so that we cant extract information," she says quietly, pulling him into the tent and siting up," Now rest"...

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"I'll try," Kit said dryly, sheathing his sword, "I'm not exactly tired now."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You don't have a choice." She says irmly, slipping from the sheats despite being clad only in essentials and a shirt

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Kit looked away from her and walked over to his bed, "Alright, alright, I'll rest," he chuckled.

[CrimsonMoon]

She gets dressed without a sound," Good boy,"