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[vindictam]

CHARACTERS: Corvo Attano & Gendry
LOCATION: the forge
WARNINGS: weapons?? the trauma show inside their heads?
SUMMARY: Corvo wants a sword, Gendry is good at making them.
NOTES: backdated to 12th

[ He'd gotten a little better at forcing himself to walk into rooms, instead of just transversals to and from locations.

But it never did to startle a weapon smith, so he was particularly sure to be obvious when he entered the forge. Though it mattered little over the banging of Gendry at work. If the guards of Dunwall were so loud, he'd have less issue creeping into places he shouldn't be. But he took the time to look around a moment, before his hand lifted to his mask, fingers curled under the cold metal of it before he lifted it to rest on top his head.

But he didn't settle, skin crawling as he looked at the pieces of red hot metal. Breathed through his mouth to cut the smell of burning flesh that came back. After a moment, he swallowed down on his dry throat, feet planted on the ground firmly before he cleared his throat. ]

Sir Gendry?

Comments

[bullshead]

Don't know how anyone could do it. [ says the guy who will talk about to a king and give zero shits about it. ]

[vindictam]

[ shit he is never telling robb-; ]

I was lucky enough to occasionally be able to put them through windows, if they became too unbearable.

[bullshead]

[ the look gendry gives him is quite dubious. ]

Truly?

[vindictam]

[ there's a nod. ]

Through a window and down a flight of stairs.

[ Custis deserved it, w/e ]