Tay lurked through shadows and paced in damp streets. Five days had been spent in the lawless cove, and,
six devils, she needed out.
The second day she had spent stalking a merchant from the west. From him she had gained a scarf, food, and his coat.
Empowered by skill, and condemned by anxiety, her mind and heart bid her someplace elsewhere.
It was the competition, she thought. She did not blend in here.
On occasions too many had she recognized faces and too often they had lifted their gaze and stared back at her with recognizion and sincere condemnation.
She would be found out in days.
The slums of the docks welcomed her. It was a fresh place of old friends and enemies. Here she could thrive.
Beneath the docks she roamed. The scent of sharp, addicting toxins would forever rise from the rotting sand and embrace her nose. It was the scent of assurance.
She mingled among the dealers, and placed deals of her own, though she had nothing to give. Bets and loans were placed, every deal void of commitment.
She would be gone by the end of the week.
It was the fifth day, and a warm breeze swept through the gull-stained jetties.
Tay lay beneath the boardwalk, her damp dress stiff and flattened into the wet, stinking sand. She felt sickly, and did not desire to hide it.
Temporary weakness meant little to her allies, and here she was safe. Vulnerability was not advantagized by comrades, which she realized with gratitude. To play the unnatural role of a dominant female would forever exhaust her mind. Aggression grew old, and threats became empty. Some women could rule a crew with simple ease. She could not imagine such pressure.
Late evening had settled over the docks, and soft sun soaked the sea.
Jintao had left, on errands she had not cared to identify, and neither did he wish to disclose. Though she did not let on, she was grateful for his company, however forced their temporary alliance seemed. A certain agenda reveloved through both parties, she was certain, but neither let their plans be known to the other.
Her greased hair lay flat on top of her head, blowing in thick stands whenever the wind ripped it's fingers down below the deserted boardwalk. Voices echoed in low tones and boats omitted deep sounds as they bounced off the creaking docks, which made known the strength of the breeze. Her numb ears were grateful for sound.
For now she was alone, but with some piece of her mind expecting Jintao's arrival, her body dared not drift into sleep. Perhaps someday her person could be in total aggreance with itself. But it was natural for agendas to conflict and parties to disagree.
This is among the many imperfections of a cursed life.
To devils with it all, anyways. She scoffed. One day strength would come to her bones. For now she could embrace the weak and the empathy.
Tay relaxed against the dry support beam and let her head lean back on sand crusted wood. Salt glazed and dried her face.
(oh my word this reads like if caffeine threw up. There's like fifty different rabbit trails and HOLY COW HOW DID THIS TAKE ME SO LONG

Sorry



I'll get into the swing of things.
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@Lacy Duckwing, just... How about we get a solid Jin/Tay conversation going?)