People truly are animals, Shamus thought, a deep frown on his face as he began to jog down the opposite alleyway than the bat had taken. Apparently this man had been like a cat, when bored with its prey he dropped it. Playing dead may have been Shamus best decision this month.
His body was shaking slightly, fear still shooting through his body, increasing his speed as he went along. The opening back into the alley was directly ahead, a gateway to the safety of the Shinyas' gaze. It was safety Shamus felt he needed. He made a very brief trip into the store, simply dropping some of the amounts of herbs to purchase and leaving behind his six kina. Hell, he just needed to get back to the shop. With that in mind he ignored all questions from the shopkeeper, turning promptly and walking at a brisk pace through the night.
Shamus' throat was delicate and sore to the touch, something he would need to brew a remedy for when he returned to his workplace. His safe, routine workplace. This was new territory for him, and a blade to his face did not scare him half as much as the sharp tongue of Tian that would scold him when he returned. Questions would not be asked, he knew that much. His employer was as straightforward as possible, getting a task done quickly and precisely.
Would Shamus continue to manipulate people? Not like he had in the past, no. Not like he had done in that alley. Good and bad were slowly becoming more defined to him under Leth's light. Today he had gone over the line. Today he had gone into the bad. And in the future he would not step into the bad, nor would he force people to do things for him. Asking nicely with a bit of djed rolling off his tongue would still be a viable option. Persuasion would still be used. But overpowering another living, thinking, feeling being was in the bad. Shamus suddenly loathed being in the bad.
In his eyes Brandon was also under the influence of the shadow of bad. His dark eyes had proved it, his soul was dark. Shamus' was golden. Now it was time to let that soul fuel him, no longer the sweet whispers that blew into his ears like the breeze through his hair. The only problem was getting that soul to reveal what it wanted to do, for it had been locked away for a long time.
The Azure approached, and Shamus' pace stayed steady, slipping by people while doing his best to avoid tripping them. Now the Starry Chalice was near. It was time to start work once again, even under the daze he was still stuck under.
His body was shaking slightly, fear still shooting through his body, increasing his speed as he went along. The opening back into the alley was directly ahead, a gateway to the safety of the Shinyas' gaze. It was safety Shamus felt he needed. He made a very brief trip into the store, simply dropping some of the amounts of herbs to purchase and leaving behind his six kina. Hell, he just needed to get back to the shop. With that in mind he ignored all questions from the shopkeeper, turning promptly and walking at a brisk pace through the night.
Shamus' throat was delicate and sore to the touch, something he would need to brew a remedy for when he returned to his workplace. His safe, routine workplace. This was new territory for him, and a blade to his face did not scare him half as much as the sharp tongue of Tian that would scold him when he returned. Questions would not be asked, he knew that much. His employer was as straightforward as possible, getting a task done quickly and precisely.
Would Shamus continue to manipulate people? Not like he had in the past, no. Not like he had done in that alley. Good and bad were slowly becoming more defined to him under Leth's light. Today he had gone over the line. Today he had gone into the bad. And in the future he would not step into the bad, nor would he force people to do things for him. Asking nicely with a bit of djed rolling off his tongue would still be a viable option. Persuasion would still be used. But overpowering another living, thinking, feeling being was in the bad. Shamus suddenly loathed being in the bad.
In his eyes Brandon was also under the influence of the shadow of bad. His dark eyes had proved it, his soul was dark. Shamus' was golden. Now it was time to let that soul fuel him, no longer the sweet whispers that blew into his ears like the breeze through his hair. The only problem was getting that soul to reveal what it wanted to do, for it had been locked away for a long time.
The Azure approached, and Shamus' pace stayed steady, slipping by people while doing his best to avoid tripping them. Now the Starry Chalice was near. It was time to start work once again, even under the daze he was still stuck under.
