тєℓℓ мє, ∂σ ι ƒяιgнтєη уσυ? || Heart

[mationix]

He stared at her for a moment, an eyebrow raised. "Ar-are you serious? How on earth are supposed to find them?" He demanded, throwing his hands up in the air.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexianna shrugged, "I dunno. Haven't thought that far ahead yet."

[mationix]

He wanted to rip his hair from his head; she was just being too calm about all of this! He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to calm down. "Alright. This will work out. Let's just figure everything out tomorrow," he murmured, exhausted.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"That sounds good. Look, here's the place," She happily pointed out a small, rundown shack.

[mationix]

Elizah let out a sigh, crossing his hands over his chest. "Well, at least it's hidden," he managed to stay, rubbing the back of his neck.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Mhm, come on," Alexianna grinned and headed toward the shack.

[mationix]

He followed after her, turning around in a circle as he walked, making sure to scope out everything. "So...how'd you find this place?" He asked, trying to break the silence.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Well, I just stumbled upon it one day," Alexianna laughed, pulling the door open as she reached the shack, "I needed a place to sleep, and here it was."

[mationix]

"I see," he slowly said, finally turning around to face her. "And you're sure this is one hundred percent safe?" He asked, crossing his hands over his chest.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"My gosh, calm down," she laughed, pulling the door open.

[mationix]

"You can never be too careful," he muttered back, slowly following after her. "'Sides, it's best to be safe than having her head on a stick, or whatever."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I doubt whoever we'd run into here would be too much of a threat," Alexianna promised him, looking around the sparsely furnished shack.

[mationix]

He let out a snort, sounding like he didn't believe her. Though he didn't say anything as he hesitantly followed after her inside the rundown shack. Wrinkling his nose, he turned around, marking exits and escapes, just to make sure.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Home sweet home!" Alexianna chirped.

[mationix]

"Are you sure this is where you live?" He asked, an eyebrow raising. "Doesn't exactly look like a home a thief would live in; unless you either sucked at your job and didn't grab anything or you robbed the wrong people."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I only steal to keep myself alive," she scoffed, glancing back at him, "I don't try to make it a profession."

[mationix]

Elizah shook his head, looking disappointed. "You're missing out on a pretty good life," he replied lightly, strolling around the shack, his hands clasped behind his back.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexianna shrugged, "I'm not crazy about making a livelihood on stealing what belongs to others."

[mationix]

He frowned at her. "Though I think you already have; stealing blankets from those soldiers could kill a couple of them," he commented lightly, rocking on his heels.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Soldiers are nothing but pigs," Alexianna snapped, her voice sharp and full of disgust.