[F12-PP-PT] Where Nightmares Tread [Slimin 2, the talkening]

[Alinta 0]

Alinta watched silently as he worked. Yeh, he must be Japanese, she recognized the way he'd hone his blade...from a live action romance - forbidden flowers in bloom. She wished she was at home, warm in her bed...eating out of a bucket of ice cream watching that show. Instead...she was here, with a real life swordsman, it'd almost make her heart flutter - if she wasn't completely terrified of him.

Alinta didn't quite realize she was staring till he stood and let the sword hit the wood with a thwak. She jolted with a flinch, eyes shifting to the blade. Then, in a movement the woman barely noticed she found him leaning right over her. Soft grey eyes staring down at her. They didn't look like the hardened eyes of a killer...they looked tired. Pained...And he smelt..nice.. The woman expected him to smell like blood and metal but instead...

Hints of tea, a sycamore tree...old paper and inks...and something else she couldn't quite pick, but it was floral.

The lonely Ronnin, gone from heart and home, an outcast in late winter, never to return to home and warmth...

No. Alinta couldn't get side-tracked. This was dangerous. 

He ripped the close from her mouth and Alinta gave a struggling gasp of air. He had caught onto her trying to remember what he looked like?

What the fuck..How the fuck did he figure any of that out?

How would he know that she'd tell? He had no way of following her 24/7 - and no way of waltzing into Oscars shop...all Alinta had to do was survive, and she'd run straight there. Her deep purple eyes, like amethyst shifted away from his.

"Here...it's...I-I-...Alinta...Real name....U..Uhm...R-...Raven...Ebonhart..." She muttered, then cleared her throat. "I mean...I used to be Rachel but....I got it legally changed t-t-to Raven Ebonhart..." She stammered. Alinta was absolutely terrified of this man, but with him being so close like this...she swallowed.

He'd stand and return to honing another blade. This time...Alinta purposefully kept her gaze away, but only for a few minutes before she they shifted back to him. There was no way he'd be able to do anything....right? It's the entire reason he was holed up here with her, the reason he had her as a hostage. And a hostage...was no good dead...right?

Dare she mention that? "I...I'm n-no use....uh....." She was going to say she was no use to him dead. But her courage wavered with another draw of the sharpening tool across his blade. She winced and her gaze fell down to the ground, what little courage she had lost. Oscar was the only person she was really close to. The only person on her friends list... she just had to make it back to him.

@Bran

Edited 9 hours ago by Alinta