[A thunk. A jolt as the Forge strikes the ground and finds itself face up. Dropped in movement, the sounds of breath and the edge of a red sneaker in an uneven beam of light against brick and pavement. On closer inspection, the shoe's only half red - stopped in a skidded trail of the same red (darker, thicker, god it's almost black but for the
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Piccina, where are you?
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[Breath.]
By the place with the colored glass in the---
[Less steady breath.]
---there's an alley.
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[ as in, give me them. ]
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Sure.
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Not just yet, piccina-- she'll fall.
[ it'd be-- disrespectful. still bracing her foot, he gathers Riza's shoulders in his other arm, cradling her like something precious-- or Petruccio's corpse. It's just blood and death, this week. ]
Now.
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God. Dammit.
[She just pulls. Splits the thick coil with a sharp tug. Riza's feet are still bound but she's down. Not going to sway anymore, not going to reach for the ground as if she were trying to usher all the blood back inside.]
That knot. G-get it off.
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snnk-- his fingertips flash across the knot-- again, snnk-- and he's pulling the pieces away from her ankles. ]
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