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tanagerTitle: Discount
Word Count: 100
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Her eyes snorted. Sophia spoke patiently. "I hired Marcell. Where is he?"
"Give me a chance." The spindly boy in a drooping coat held her eyes with his, big and round like oil pools.
Gutsy imbecile. "Want to die, boy?" she fired. "This is a master's job."
"I'll do it for $2000." Barely 2% of Marcell's exorbitant rate. "And―you take me into the Veiled City."
Tempting, if she had time to kill. The floors of his eyes plunged into fathomless wells. Hers flared. He had the power, but the honed skill…?
"Deal." For her amusement, Sophia wasn't gambling her life.
Portraits: Sophia (made), "Boy" (made)
Word Count: 100
Notes: For the prompt "Help" at
fiction_drabbles.Her eyes snorted. Sophia spoke patiently. "I hired Marcell. Where is he?"
"Give me a chance." The spindly boy in a drooping coat held her eyes with his, big and round like oil pools.
Gutsy imbecile. "Want to die, boy?" she fired. "This is a master's job."
"I'll do it for $2000." Barely 2% of Marcell's exorbitant rate. "And―you take me into the Veiled City."
Tempting, if she had time to kill. The floors of his eyes plunged into fathomless wells. Hers flared. He had the power, but the honed skill…?
"Deal." For her amusement, Sophia wasn't gambling her life.
Portraits: Sophia (made), "Boy" (made)
