Accept my offer. It's the best you'll get. by applecinna, literature
Literature
Accept my offer. It's the best you'll get.
The room was deafeningly quiet, the dull rumble of the raging storm in the distance the only sound barring Doran’s breathing. Sat on a mattress stuffed with the molted feathers of his children, Doran stared at the wet tablet placed on his drawing table. Scattered mementos of the years that had slipped by like running water lay strewn about the room. The tailor’s tailfeathers were crooked, pointed painfully in the wrong directions. Dark circles had found their new home beneath his eyes. He was a proper mess. “Sir,” Doran’s head turned slowly to meet the gaze of his dutiful shadow. He knew behind those stony eyes, Sanjar worried for him. Even now Doran caught the flick of the mercenary’s eyes as he scanned the destroyed room before falling back to him. “I brought him.” Ah, good. The fact neither were followed was left unspoken between them, assumed. Stepping lightly, Sanjar entered the room and found his place beside the doorframe as another saraph entered the tattered room. They
