Blue winter rose
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“We won’t disappoint you,” Noah repeated, in a need to convince both himself and the boss. Then he grabbed Marth’s and got out of the building as fast as he could without making it look like a flight. Outside, he finally felt like he could breathe again. Not that the air was much better or held more oxygen. But at least he could see the sky, the cloud covered sky.
He held a close eye on everyone, as well as he could, as they made their way to the docks. There, hidden in a corner, was their home. He stepped over the rope of one of Violet’s traps, making sure Marth did the same. It wouldn’t be the first time they had to entangle him from a trap, and it wouldn’t be the last. Marth’s safety had been the main reason, Noah had insisted Violet and Axise didn’t make the traps lethal.
After he untied the rope keeping the door closed, it creaked open and Noah stepped into their home. Everything was old and some kind of broken, it reeked of mould, and the food storage was always running on empty. But it wasn’t the streets. The roof held the rain out -- mostly, and they collectively had gathered things and memories, what made it truly feel like home.
Noah nodded at Violet and gestured to the dining area with the fire pit in the middle of it, and the food stored in the back. “Axise, do you want to help Marth with the fire? Violet, do you want to join in the heist planning?” he asked, making his way over to the living area.
He held a close eye on everyone, as well as he could, as they made their way to the docks. There, hidden in a corner, was their home. He stepped over the rope of one of Violet’s traps, making sure Marth did the same. It wouldn’t be the first time they had to entangle him from a trap, and it wouldn’t be the last. Marth’s safety had been the main reason, Noah had insisted Violet and Axise didn’t make the traps lethal.
After he untied the rope keeping the door closed, it creaked open and Noah stepped into their home. Everything was old and some kind of broken, it reeked of mould, and the food storage was always running on empty. But it wasn’t the streets. The roof held the rain out -- mostly, and they collectively had gathered things and memories, what made it truly feel like home.
Noah nodded at Violet and gestured to the dining area with the fire pit in the middle of it, and the food stored in the back. “Axise, do you want to help Marth with the fire? Violet, do you want to join in the heist planning?” he asked, making his way over to the living area.
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