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Mira's Gone. I'm Anna Now.

Sorry for taking almost a week to reply. I had a lot going on. I'll probably reply mostly on weekends, because my professors are giving out a ridiculous amount of unnecessary assignments this semester

I'll be getting to work on my post in a few!

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

I think you mentioned something about Crow getting framed by another thief in Younis. Would we want that to happen at the market? That seems like the most likely place for him to be caught pickpocketing or something

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

Crow was relieved when Penelope requested for William to let them stop and take a break. He felt uncomfortable after he had vented to Penelope, and he worried that she might try to bring the subject back up again if they continued to travel in that small, inescapable space. Hopefully she would just forget about his unnecessary words after exploring the marketplace for a while. It would be better if she did. Friends or not, there was no reason for him to involve her in his own internal conflict.

It wasn’t like he had a choice between the two desires anyway. There wasn’t anything to discuss. It was already settled: He had to leave Penelope and go home, without ever telling her how he felt or trying to reach out to her again. Besides, he already knew what would happen if he revealed his love for her; she would turn him down in that caring way of hers, but their friendship would be tarnished—he would have destroyed a relationship that took so many long days to build up, and his softening heart would turn to stone again. He wanted to avoid that pain for as long as he could.

“Thank the gods,” Crow sighed when Penelope announced that they would be taking a break soon. “It’s so stifling in here. I think this still air is driving me—” Crow inhaled sharply as the knight suddenly leaned in and wrapped her arms around him. His eyes widened and he sat rigidly, heart pounding in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he had lost his voice. Wh-what is she doing? the thief thought. He stared past her shoulder at the other side of the wagon, in a trance that left him unable to move. He was strangely disconnected, but aware of everything all at once. He felt her soft, brown hair against his cheek, her slender arms wrapped around his back, her chest pressed against his. The embrace felt foreign to him—he hadn’t been hugged by anyone like that since his mother died so many years ago—but it was so comforting, he never wanted it to end.

“I’m not really sure what you were talking about earlier,” Penelope said softly, her breath warm against his ear. “But I don’t think one moment is worth death... So please, be careful.”

She thought I was talking about physical destruction? Crow thought. He had a sudden urge to embrace her too, wanting to return the comfort she had given him. It was difficult though. He trembled slightly as he began to lift his arms from where they lay limp at his sides. But before he could work up the nerve to hug her back, she pulled away, returning to her seat at his side. His heartbeat slowed, and he let his arms fall. Just like that, the trace was broken.

“Thanks,” Crow mumbled. His tongue still felt a bit like lead in his mouth. “And it’s not what you think. I’m not going to die—or at least I shouldn’t. You don’t have to worry.” He felt the wagon slow to a halt. They had arrived at the marketplace. He glanced out the window to see bustling crowds of people and rows of hearty vendors, shouting out sales pitches for their products. “This looks like fun,” the thief said with a Younisian lilt, offering a genuine smile to the knight. “I hope you feel confident with your accent, because you’re going to need it here.”

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

Finally got my reply done @.@
I threw in a little heart-to-heart from Crow. He exploded after keeping everything bottled up for so long xD
Poor guy has no idea what to do about his emotions

Let Me Steal Your Heart [BuzzingBee + Dagger]

Crow smirked, pleased with himself. He hadn’t had an opportunity to practice his multilinguistic talents since before he had been put in prison. The languages must have become so deeply ingrained in him that it would take longer than just three hundred and sixty-five days to forget them. Either that, or he really was possessed by a spirit of tongues. He preferred to think it was the former. The thief’s ego was further inflated when Penelope commented on how his talents were putting them into a better situation. He already thought that, but hearing someone else say it out loud made him sit up just a little bit straighter.

“Don’t worry,” Crow shook his head when the knight joked about her concern for him teaching them the wrong accent. “I enjoy a good laugh at someone else’s expense, but I’m not suicidal. Besides,” he met her gaze evenly, taking on a more serious tone. “We made a deal. I’m going through with this ridiculous mission, whether I want to or not.” He hesitated for a moment, then looked away from Penelope. That’s right. Just a few more days before I take my leave of these knights—of her. The thought of freedom had turned so bittersweet. Even though he had decided not to pursue Penelope as more than a friend, the thought of going separate ways made him taste bile. Part of him wanted to at least keep in touch afterwards, but he knew it would be far too risky. He didn’t want bounty hunters breathing down his neck right after he escaped from the knights, so there would be no simple way to reach her after this assignment was over. There would be no way to continue their friendship either.

Crow stared out the side window of the wagon, his eyes dull, Love really is a pesky emotion. He exhaled. “Have you ever been torn between two opposing desires?” the thief asked. He blinked, startled by his sudden vulnerability. He wasn’t sure why he even bothered involving Penelope. Perhaps he had grown careless because they would be parting ways soon; or perhaps he was just that desperate to talk to another person about the weight on his heart. He went on: “I’m not talking about a desire such as whether I should eat chicken or fish for lunch. I mean two desires that would change my life completely, no matter which one I chose.” He met Penelope’s eyes once more—those pools of deep green that he could stare into all day long, but were unattainable to him—and smiled melancholically. “What’s worse is that the strongest of the two desires is something I can’t have. It’s something that, if I tried to obtain it, would destroy me and everything I’ve achieved. Yet it still calls me.

“The second desire is something completely within my power to reach. It’s something I thought I wanted, but now I don’t know… It would give me everything I wanted in life, but I would almost rather let myself be destroyed, just for one moment of having the other desire.” Crow paused. He felt numb with shock at his own honesty. He was saying things to Penelope that he was only admitting to himself for the first time. He suddenly felt guilty for putting that weight on her. He forced a laugh, trying to lighten the mood, “I’m sorry, love. It wasn’t fair of me to spring that on you. Just pretend I didn’t say anything. Oh, look!” He pointed out the window, hoping to change the subject. “I can see a marketplace from here. I wonder if William will let us stop to get food and stretch our legs?”

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