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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
Willow could see the client approaching her table. They walked with their head down, hood pulled almost as low as Willow's own, and with a sense of urgency. They didn't even stop for a drink. Willow smirked. The nervous ones were always the easiest to work with. Willow didn't look up as they sat down, not wanting to give herself away. They said her name, once, briefly, as they sat down. It was a woman, Willow realised as she thanked her for meeting her here. Willow allowed herself to glance up from under the hood. She caught a glimpse of the woman, just before she pulled her hood even lower. Taking a leaf from Willow's own book, then. Something to hide. Oh boy, this was going to be fun.
"Your name seems like a good place to start," Willow said. "Doesn't seem altogether fair for you to know my name without me knowing yours." She drained her scotch, and signalled for the bartender to bring her another. "Would you like a drink?" She asked, cool and calm. "Something to... steady your nerves?" She added, having noticed the woman's shaking her hands.
"And then... tell me what you need. In as few words as possible. I don't need a backstory. I don't need to know why you need it. Just tell me what it is, and where it is. I'll name my price. We discuss. I don't use contracts, because I find the threat of death tends to help deter betrayal and double-crossing. Sound simple enough, my dear?" She explained. Honestly, the sooner she could get home and get plotting, the better. She felt too exposed here. And sitting in such a way that her face was almost entirely cloaked in shadow meant that her vision was partially obscured. But unlike the young woman sitting across from her, Willow had learned to disguise her fear a long time ago. Fear is weakness. Never show weakness.
"Your name seems like a good place to start," Willow said. "Doesn't seem altogether fair for you to know my name without me knowing yours." She drained her scotch, and signalled for the bartender to bring her another. "Would you like a drink?" She asked, cool and calm. "Something to... steady your nerves?" She added, having noticed the woman's shaking her hands.
"And then... tell me what you need. In as few words as possible. I don't need a backstory. I don't need to know why you need it. Just tell me what it is, and where it is. I'll name my price. We discuss. I don't use contracts, because I find the threat of death tends to help deter betrayal and double-crossing. Sound simple enough, my dear?" She explained. Honestly, the sooner she could get home and get plotting, the better. She felt too exposed here. And sitting in such a way that her face was almost entirely cloaked in shadow meant that her vision was partially obscured. But unlike the young woman sitting across from her, Willow had learned to disguise her fear a long time ago. Fear is weakness. Never show weakness.