deathlessgreed

She smirked with a soft huff of amusement as her arms folded loosely beneath her breasts.            “Of course you don’t.”

Their conversation paused for a moment, affable silence falling to fill the space between them. Merlin let it lull for a moment, then cast him a look akin to someone half-scolding a child. 

          “Shouldn’t you be busy getting ready for that festival the Captain            wanted us all to attend?" 

Ostensibly, their presence at the party would put them in place to gather information regarding their mission from the King. But she and Ban were both familiar enough with Meliodas and the rest of their motley crew to know that whatever goal supposedly brought the Sins to the festival was nothing more than an excuse to have a good time.

wrathsinned

There he went, the only person in the entire world who could get away with touching her so frivolously. She could not help but appreciate the display of affection, even if it was not her typical method.

          “As am I.”

With the green of his eyes hidden, the bright spread of crimson on bare earth and skin drew her gaze. A frown touched her lip then, when he could not see the change. No matter how eagerly he embraced his own demise, Merlin would always be worried. Perhaps he would not return and leave her with a bittersweet isolation. More likely he would revive, as he always had, and the first breath would cut him more deeply than any of the the dozens he would have experienced in the meantime.

          “I am to let you go again, then?”

wrathsinned

He was good at hiding. So much so that even though Merlin knew what aches must be lurking in his heart during this exchange, she could not catch even a flicker of them through his lies. Then again, perhaps they were not complete falsehoods. It was true that he would always revive. His humor about it, however... it could not be genuine.

          “You’re fortunate that I haven’t grown tired of you yet.”

And lucky, too, that his endless resurrection had not yet gone on longer than she could dodge real death.

ladyofeternia

She fired back with nary a moment of hesitation.           “Seven.”

In truth, even the original offer was not at all a bad price. However, more coin saved was... well, more coin saved. These funds flowed from Merlin's own pocket, not that of the kingdom she presently served.

deathlessgreed 

She waved a careless hand, now turning bodily to face him.

          “There’s not much value in booze when an entire bar’s stock            produces no more than a little buzz.” Her body’s capacity for alcohol was one of the few secrets Merlin had not kept from the rest of the Deadly Sins. She did not often try to drink herself into a stupor -- surely she would be unpopular with the local barkeeps if she cleaned out their shelves and cellars on a regular basis.

          “In any case,” she continued, “drunk people fall for tricks.”

infernxl

          “Curiosity, more than anything. However, I am searching for            a certain technique on behalf of a friend.”

Although Merlin did not recognize the magician across from her, she clearly possessed a fair share of power. This was a person she would behoove herself to stay in good graces with. And, if fate favored her, someone she could get something out of.

She neither mocked nor quite asked seriously as she spoke to suggest:           “Perhaps a master could provide a little guidance.”

starters, anyone?

sinnamon-ban

          “Can’t get caught if you don’t have anything to get caught for.            Maybe you're a delinquent, but I would never get in trouble for doing bad.” 

She was not a vagabond, and much too clever to incriminate herself when she did do something untoward anyways.

The girl crawled to her feet unsteadily, using the support of a stool nearby her to pull her weight up. Her vision swooped and blurred before her, and she clutched the wood to stabilize herself. It bothered her to realize how helpless she was at the moment. But, hopefully, figuring out where on earth this place was would make her slightly less vulnerable.

When everything stopped moving funny, she looked around at their surroundings. From what she could see of the building she and this Ban boy had woken in...

          “I think we’re in a bar.           But I’ve never drunk anything alcohol before, let alone passed out because of it.”

Imitate Meliodas? 

       “How embarrassing.”

She clasps her fingers behind her head, elbows spread wide to the side as she leans back. For a moment she considers casting a glamour to take the mimic further-- then again, no. This is undignified enough as-is. 

      “Nishishi, I’m not sure what responsibilities or feelings are,        but they sure sound like a pain! But hey--” Her eyes spring open, and her lips form a grin that’s somewhere in between genuine and playfully mocking, as if she’s about to launch a terrible punch line.       “--melodrama’s a good enough substitute, right?”