“Tha’ is wha’ I said ain’t it?” Daryl scoffs back,
crossing his arms over his chest. “The others
are piss pour at their job. None o’ them are gonna
give ya the right steel neither. They’ll jus’ screw
ya over. At least I am tellin’ ya wha’ it’ll cost an
use the right shit too.”
“That is a plenty of money to trust a stranger over. Your word over theirs, nay– I do not know.” But he’s not truly in a position to debate. “Suppose I believe you, and suppose I agree to this arrangement. I cannot relinquish the entire payment upfront - perhaps after the task is finished?”
➸ shgghrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ➸ sorry didn’t m an to sedn that ➸ but sinc were talk king nwwwhy dont we keep talking ➸ is that your real hair
The anger that swelled in Legolas came out as he continued to rant and rave towards the other. He should have known better. Legolas was the one who would go out on the limb to make sure others were alright. It didn’t matter what it would have done to him. So this really made his blood boil. His face was even a shade of red, all the way to his ears.
When their eyes met again, and all he saw was a smile, Legolas released a sigh. A hand moved to the back of his head—feeling blonde strands against the pads of his fingertips. What the hell was he going to do with him. It was too late at night to think of such things, but sleep was not going to come for him anytime soon. No matter. Atleast he’ll have some company with him while he stayed up til dawn.
“Do that again…and I’m going to leave you out there to freeze.” Was his last testiment before stepping to Bard and passing him by. “Come on. You’re probably freezing in those clothes. Let’s find you something better.”
Reacting systematically to Legolas’ stern tone, honestly he had not felt so little in so long. It ebbed in him this feeling of being extremely aware that he did not particularly enjoy, and when he slipped out of his shoes, and coat, he placed everything too carefully in its proper position, following Legolas with a wide eyed, bizarre expression and saying mum.
He took a vague look around the area, taking in small details that he may or may not remember tomorrow, but for curiosity’s sake, Bard could hardly help it. Training his eyes back onto following after the other’s footsteps, he waited for the next course of action.
"If you want to hit me, you’re allowed to– If it helps with… anything.“
