video.

[bullshead]

[ not suspected butt texts for you today, instead just a grim-faced teen who looks like he needs to sleep. ]

Corvo Attano is gone.

[ and cut feed. ]

Comments

private.

[darkart]

Noted.

anonymouse.

[debts]

you're sure.

voice.

[bullshead]

[ his answer comes a while later, replying with voice instead of text because that shit is the worse. ]

Yes.

[debts]

he didn't go into the hallways?

[ Because, you know. Spies. Assassins. Roguish types. They have a mind of their own, sometimes. ]

[bullshead]

No, I tried contacting him, nothing went through.

[ he has a six bro sense or something, he is pretty certain about this man. ]

[debts]

were you his friend?

[bullshead]

I was.

[debts]

me too.

have you slept since he went?

[bullshead]

[ there is a huge ass pause before he responds: ] No.

voice | widowlock.

[debts]

[ Consider this Natasha being, like, kind or something. ]

You should get some sleep. I know he didn't care, but not everybody has his constitution. [ Or fondness for rats. ]

NOTHING TO SEE HERE.

[makedo]

[ brad doesn't know how to feel about it (relief? grief?), so he doesn't let himself feel anything at all.

works great. ]

audio. private.

[wolfchild]

I'm coming by.

[ whatever their stupid fights, well… they don't really matter in the end. ]

audio » action.

[bullshead]

[ gendry doesn't respond, there isn't a need to, arya will come whether he likes it or not. nothing will stop her, aside from his own leaving and he doesn't feel like moving much right now, so he keeps to his makeshift bed. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya barely knew corvo, and she did not like him. he was sworn to her house, yet she found him suspicious and untrustworthy so she does not miss him.

she also knows better than to say that out loud.

in the forge, she slaps gendry on the knee. ]

Make space.

[ she will sit on the bed or she will sit on the bed. ]

[bullshead]

[ the glare he gives her is short lived and half-hearted, he moves across to make space for her regardless of that minor protest. arya stark does whatever arya stark wants. ]

[wolfchild]

[ he'll be fine —

you know he might come back —

he was an asshole —

arya stares at her nails in silence. nothing sounds right to say. she would punch anyone who said anything like that to her really.

breathing a heavy sigh, she lays her fingers over gendry's wrist. arya leans her head against his shoulder. his arms are so coiled with muscle it should be uncomfortable, but it's not. arya chews her lip. ]

[bullshead]

[ it is better than words, he is already tired of the words that keep saying at him. he prefers the silence better─ the silence and her presence, it is more than enough for him, reminds him that she is still here that he found her again and she hasn't left.

he relaxes a little with her there, thin fingers on over his wrists and her head on his shoulder, it almost surprises him how tiny she actually is. maybe he'd smile if she wouldn't punch him for it. ]

Have you eaten lately?

[ she might punch him anyway. ]

[wolfchild]

[ less a punch, more a sharp slap to the wrist. ]

Leave me alone. I eat.

[bullshead]

Uh-huh. [ won't leave you alone, can't leave you alone!!! ...which is kinda sad really. ]

voice » private

[skjalf]

I had thought that perhaps it was a terrible dream. ( she purses her mouth after releasing a shaky breath. )

Are you faring decently, sir?

voice » private

[bullshead]

I'm fine. [ it is an automatic answer, mostly robotic and without meaning behind it. ]

voice » private

[skjalf]

Pardon me, sir, but you do not sound it. ( at all. ) I understand. Because I feel a similar grief.

He was as a second father to me.

voice » private

[bullshead]

I always sound like this. [ gendry snaps, shooting a glare at his device. she can't see it but it doesn't matter. ] I haven't got time for grief.

voice » private

[skjalf]

( she knows that isn't true, but doesn't remark upon the fact. her tone remains gentle, and somewhat tired, because she does empathize. )

Grief does not care what we do or do not have time for, sir. It will assail us all, regardless. And it is natural.

( she should know. she's dealt with it often enough. )

voice » private

[bullshead]

Not me.