things with wings // night brigade, day four.
Jul 18, 2022 3:08:08 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jul 18, 2022 3:08:08 GMT -5
"All that for another fancy mug?" Tune huffs, hunched on a chair backwards and tying up her drawstring purse, jingling and plump with wealth once more. "'Least we got our gold back."
She busies herself with anything her wicked hands can find. Last night she slept with her weapons lying next to her - Tune can't quite find the courage to take hold once more of the sword that killed Lux Bellisario. Her thoughts swarm into her stomach, unsettled somewhere between sour guilt and unconvincing reasons for self-preservation. There she sits, all-consumed, remembering the twist by her hand. The way organs felt churning underneath the weight of her rage, the taste of blood in Tune's mouth, the way it bubbled across both of their lip-
A thud - no, a crash, from above.
"What the fuck was that?!"
Knives on tile - claws? - scrape, thud thud thudding, Tune holds her breath and wills herself to look up. They sit like that, the three of them, for a few tense and silent moments. A silly thought curls into hope in Tune's mind: perhaps if they just stay very quiet and very still, the thing will leave them be.
A moment, quiet. Too quiet.
And then the claws (surely it must be a beast above) creak toward the side of the tavern where a window lays bare of glass from three days prior.
Shit, Tune thinks as she slowly stretches toward her glaive. Fingertips delicately grasp it and she pulls it close, the awkwardness of its weighted head unsure in her grip. Still, she had reached for the glaive for a reason - the sword lays on top of a table, blood wiped clean from its blade and still haunted despite it.
They know this routine by now - strike before the others can. Tune first, she's the quickest. Her gangly limbs creep toward the window with silent steps, and finally when her back lays steady against the tavern walls beside the exposed window she manages a breath through her nose.
Closes her eyes, opens them. Forces her lips closed - silent tension heavy in the air. She hears the creature now, the low hum of its own breathing mixed with something terrible. Deadly. (Is this how Lux felt when her sword ravaged her heart? No. Tune cannot think about that now.)
A silent nod at Carly and Andrew - ready?
Ready.
Tune launches herself through the window and brings the glaive down hard on whatever foul beast awaits them.
tune attacks the sphinx, sickle (glaive)
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