[ they're the best at what they do, but that doesn't mean that plans can't still go wrong. in fact, in their case, they do more often than not. often enough that both have become pretty adept at coming up with a plan b on the fly, but it's never something they enjoy having to do, just something both have become good at.
they've gone wrong pretty spectacularly this time, in a way that involves a shapeshifting culebra tricking them into giving him a ride to where they were going, on their way back to richard and kate and the other culebras. which should have been an immediate tip-off, but work hadn't been on either of their minds. suave, cómodo, she thinks to herself in the shower as she's washing off his blood. estúpido. because as it turned out, he'd been someone sent to kill her, assuming the form of one of her followers in order to fool them and get close.
seth hadn't trusted it, had wanted to leave him to find another way to fix whatever bullshit excuse he'd given them for needing to travel with them. but she's been so determined to be a better ruler than the nine lords had been; more compassionate and helpful. it won't make up for the people she's let down over the centuries, but maybe it'll do enough to keep her from failing completely.
she's angry, pessimistic. she realizes this, that it's why she's spiraling into these darker, negative thoughts. it doesn't stop her from thinking them.
she shuts the water off as the temperature starts to cool, not wanting to risk any more weakness. the fight's taken a lot out of them both; she can still see the bruises and scrapes she sustained from the fight and eventual slaughter underneath the towel she's pulled around herself. she debates dressing immediately so seth won't see them ( she'll heal, but she's not sure he can spare the blood ), but hiding them will just make him angrier. besides, she needs to get clean ones first.
she comes out of the bathroom to find seth sitting on the bed, not looking much better than she feels. she watches him as he reassembles his gun, checking the various parts for damage as he cleans them, and waits until it's back together before she comes to sit beside him. ]
have i ever told you you're my favorite?
they've gone wrong pretty spectacularly this time, in a way that involves a shapeshifting culebra tricking them into giving him a ride to where they were going, on their way back to richard and kate and the other culebras. which should have been an immediate tip-off, but work hadn't been on either of their minds. suave, cómodo, she thinks to herself in the shower as she's washing off his blood. estúpido. because as it turned out, he'd been someone sent to kill her, assuming the form of one of her followers in order to fool them and get close.
seth hadn't trusted it, had wanted to leave him to find another way to fix whatever bullshit excuse he'd given them for needing to travel with them. but she's been so determined to be a better ruler than the nine lords had been; more compassionate and helpful. it won't make up for the people she's let down over the centuries, but maybe it'll do enough to keep her from failing completely.
she's angry, pessimistic. she realizes this, that it's why she's spiraling into these darker, negative thoughts. it doesn't stop her from thinking them.
she shuts the water off as the temperature starts to cool, not wanting to risk any more weakness. the fight's taken a lot out of them both; she can still see the bruises and scrapes she sustained from the fight and eventual slaughter underneath the towel she's pulled around herself. she debates dressing immediately so seth won't see them ( she'll heal, but she's not sure he can spare the blood ), but hiding them will just make him angrier. besides, she needs to get clean ones first.
she comes out of the bathroom to find seth sitting on the bed, not looking much better than she feels. she watches him as he reassembles his gun, checking the various parts for damage as he cleans them, and waits until it's back together before she comes to sit beside him. ]
You were right.