[ what is with delicate little slips of men becoming leaders in times of war? asura moves his thoughts right along, reserving judgement of the man perched on his arm like a wounded bird.
he pauses in bitter irony of the presumption, remembering well the shock of the blade slicing through his stomach even as warm arms encircled him in a grim parody of a lover's embrace.
shrugging, asura cracks a sharp smile as he maintains an eye on their surroundings, trying to find somewhere defensible to set his charge down to rest. ]
You'd be surprised when the assassin is someone you once shared your heart and dreams with.
no subject
he pauses in bitter irony of the presumption, remembering well the shock of the blade slicing through his stomach even as warm arms encircled him in a grim parody of a lover's embrace.
shrugging, asura cracks a sharp smile as he maintains an eye on their surroundings, trying to find somewhere defensible to set his charge down to rest. ]
You'd be surprised when the assassin is someone you once shared your heart and dreams with.