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The man's eyes stayed upon the woman as she recounted her findings. He hung on every bit of her story and every word that she said. Bits of her story had matched her own. There was one name that stuck between the two of them. It made the man a prime suspect in his eyes, however, from what Miss Cas told Raziel about the man, it didn't quite make sense. A man who doted on his little sister wouldn't plot out her death. Unless, it was unplanned. Margaret's death had been first. Perhaps the death of the woman had been a catalyst for the death of the man.
“When I spoke with Benjamin's sister, she mentioned that Benjamin and a friend of his spent some time playing tricks on this Aloysius. A jealous and protective brother who get's bullied by his future brother-in-law does have motive.” Raziel couldn't deny that fact. It was very true that he might just have killed Benjamin. But what of the woman?
“When you encountered Aloysius did he seem stable?” Raziel shook his head. That was probably a bad question to ask. Cas had already mentioned the man seemed broken. His sister had just died. Any sense of instability and emotion could easily have been because of her death. The man's brows furrowed while he grew into deep thought. He tapped his fingers on the table, long nails making soft clicks as they hit the wood.
“What of this friend?” He finally asked. “Was there any information about this friend of Aloysius?” They could go speak with Amelia and present the current findings. Maybe she could help them find the guards with missing weapons. Though Raziel wasn't quite sure he wanted the woman's help, even if she agreed to.
"A man like that would not handle being made the fool well, especially by someone he already dislikes. More so if the tricks took place in front of others." Pulling pranks on someone was like starting a fire. These contributing factors- his standing with Benjamin, the potential of many people seeing him vulnerable- was like fanning these flames. Humiliation was something that had to be dealt with carefully. Cas felt that the concept was foreign to Aloysius.
"As stable as one can be after losing someone so close. From what I saw and heard at their home, he’s been running people away all day. He didn’t stay in the room while I talked to the mother. Just stormed away when she let me in.” Almost like a child, she wanted to add. Despite his attitude Cas couldn’t help but feel bad for Aloysius.
There hadn’t been much information on the friend. At least there wasn’t much that she remembered hearing. She leaned back and picked at her thumb. The mother hadn't given much about the friend, and whatever information she had was already shared with Raziel. "She didn't give a name. She only said that he would come by often to see Margaret." There was a brief moment of silence before Cas looked up from her hand and back to the man, eyes wide with realization. "We can ask someone that lives close by! Surely someone must have noticed something after so many visits, right? It might be better than going back to talk to the mother."
"Going back to talk to her so soon might not play out as well as it did the first time, but having other people's views would be more beneficial, I think.."
It was both curious and understandable that Aloysius would be chasing people away. He could have very well be chasing away people looking for information on the death of his sister on purpose. His long fingernails tapped lightly on the table while he was in thought. It would seem pretty hard to pin something so damaging to Aloysius just going off of so little information. Raziel finally shook his head trying to clear his current train of thought from his mind. The opinion of one person and a hunch of Raziel seemed so little to incriminate a single person on. They needed more information.
There was a spark of energy in the woman that came to this realization. It was, perhaps, the most reassuring thing that Raziel had seen all day. It gave a good feeling about this next part of their quest for information. The two of them might have been blindly traveling to the neighbors, but one thing Raziel had examined in his life, was that humans were generally nosy. Often, they found a sense of satisfaction in prying into the lives of others. It was a skill, that Raziel had often found beneficial. This time would be no exception. Looking about the city earlier, Raziel had noticed that the houses were packed tightly together, obviously marking this city as one that focused mainly on tools and trades rather than agriculture. It made it that much harder to ignore the going ons of others.
"Miss Cas," the man spoke softly. His voice held a bit of emotion to it in this positive realization. "That is an excellent idea. The neighbors in the closest proximity might be the best bet, but the most information might be revealed by a child or an older woman." He meant no offense to the two groups, it was just what he had found in his experiences. Raziel stood from his chair and pulled on his old dusty hood. Outside of his height, it hid most of his features. He would be going into dangerous territory going so near to the woman's house. "I'll accompany you this time."
Cas became flush from the slight praise, and was thankful when her mind went right back to the task at hand. There would be a price with asking both parties; older women tend to spread more hearsay than actual truth, children were honest but had a habit of answering questions differently if they believed themselves to be in any sort of trouble. Of course these were from her own experiences, far and few as they came. Being so close to the place of occurrence and with how often it happened, maybe it would be different. She hoped it would be different.
"Are you sure that would be wise? Not to say that your company or assistance isn't welcome, but don't you think someone will recognize you?" Even with the hood shadowing his face, his height would make him easy to spot. It was bad enough that Benjamin’s father seemed to have given Raziel a hard time (she would have to ask him about the bruise on his temple later) and it was by the blessings of the stars that the mourning man’s only daughter had been so helpful despite the accusations, but this was running the risk of Aloysius seeing them.. Emotionally broken, explosive Aloysius. While she had no doubts the father was a mess, he would be considered composed in comparison to the Margaret’s brother.
“Should someone see you and bring it to the attention of everyone around.. That wouldn’t be very good.. A majority of the people probably still think you’re the murderer. Explaining the situation to them calmly would be out of the question. They wouldn’t allow us to say a word otherwise. That’s if they don’t come attacking first..” Cas half mumbled, half spoke. Her leg bounced quickly and her nails had already started picking at her hand. She thought about it again and again until she had come to a conclusion. The chair was pushed in and the dagger was once again hidden in her sash.
“It would probably be best if you stayed here. It’s too risky to put yourself so close to Margaret’s home.” A part of her wondered if Benjamin’s father had told the other family of Raziel’s earlier visit. Given the current state of the deceased woman’s family, Cas doubted it. “Besides, you need to rest. You’re not doing your wound or yourself any good by going out.”
The man's soft gaze shifted to the ground while he debated the woman's words. A furrowed brow showed his contemplation. She made a lot of good points there. At some point, they had all crossed his mind as well. Every concern of his own had just been brushed aside. The man knew many things that these people did not. The man knew just how easy it was for him to flee. He knew a few years in prison would only be a small part of his life. His wounds had already mended themselves and no splintered bones in his shoulders altered his movements. Cas's concern was still very endearing for him. For his health and for his safety, Miss Cas was willing to do all of this on her own. None of this was her burden. Raziel had pulled her into it but intruding upon her home. Still, he had made his decision. Cas seemed to come to one of her own. He wouldn't allow it.
He too rose from the chair and pushed it in. Raziel approached Cas with a face that was full of regret. Large hands rested on Cas' shoulder in the most gentle of touches. It would stop her from moving, though he hadn't though she was going to just run out of there at the moment, even in their race against the clock.
"I've been meaning to ask," he said. He changed the subject while he could take a moment to clear his thoughts and hopefully chase this idea out of her mind. Raziel would follow her to the next home. "This is the place you call home." He understood Cas as being a quieter type and pegged her much more as an introverted bookworm than somebody who would go out on the streets every evening. Even then, she probably didn't live her life entirely on the inside of this home. "Did you know them?"
Despite the lightness of the touch, Cas' right shoulder jerked slightly. An apology was muttered before she stilled herself. She nervously fiddled her sash, as if she was adjusting the dagger instead of taking her frazzled nerves out.
"It may surprise you to know that despite living here I actually don't know very many people..." She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes looking off to the side. “I saw them once, maybe twice. I didn’t know them personally but they seemed happy. Happy and blissfully unaware of everything around them, besides each other. It was a sweet sight.”
“But that’s a sight that won’t be seen from them again, and the person responsible for that is still running free. That being said,” Cas removed his hands from her shoulders, giving them a small pat before heading to the door. “I’ll be going now. I’ll talk to as many neighbors as I can then share whatever I find with you. Be seeing you.”
With short wave, she was out the door and heading towards the town. Cas hadn’t brought the pack along with her. There hadn’t been a reason for her to. Talking to people didn’t require the bag or it’s contents. Unless she had planned to bribe someone with dried jasmine. Bribery, she hoped, wouldn’t be required for this task.
The way her body recoiled from his touch made Raziel want to remove his hands from her the instant he touched her. Stories began flooding his mind as to why she had reacted in such a strong fashion. The simplest had been that he had frightened her with a bit of unexpected movement. With that came his hands. The long claw-like fingernails were often reason for a bit of shock, but at that angle, she hadn't seemed too focused on him. There was something more. Something that Raziel wouldn't delve into. He would only keep in mind, not to do it again. Raziel would need to be careful with Miss Cas in the future.
He was taken aback by her replies. It stalled the movement of his hand slightly and he stood there, listening to her words. His female companion's words had seemed much harsher now than they had last night, or even just moments before. The man wondered if this had been a result in the earlier reaction she had to him.
“Right,” he responded softly. He let the woman leave without saying much else. The seconds were slowly counted in his mind. He'd let Miss Cas leave the home on her own, but Raziel wouldn't be too far behind. After a safe amount of time, he peeked out the house and watched Cas' retreating form. He stayed behind her, trailing her in the distant shadows and listening for her movements carefully with his heightened senses.
There had been a debate happening in her mind. Would it be better to ask one of the older women first, or the children. The women in the square had been very helpful before, so it would stand to reason that they’d be just as helpful now. Although it would be more beneficial if she found some details on Aloysius’ friend before going to them again. From the the square they probably saw many people come in and out of the town everyday, a myriad of different stories heard about said people. Having something to provide them to help narrow down the mass of information would work more in her favor.
The street had been much clearer than when she had come by earlier. That feeling could have easily been fabricated though. Difficult things were usually much easier to handle the second time around, she’s learned. Her walk slowed to a stroll. She took this time to look around at the different people.
There was a group of laughing children running up and down the street. They occasionally stopped to wait for, what Cas assumed was, the younger two of the group to catch up. It was sweet. Sweet enough to make her crack a smile. She could’ve continued watching in wonder at how such small bodies seem to hold such boundless energy, but there was work to be done and not enough hours to do it in. Her eye moved from the children, to some of the adults that looked to be making their way to the square, to an older woman that had been placing clothes to soak in water filled bins. The home where she worked was only one house down and across the way from Margaret’s home. There would be a good start.
“Would you like some help with that?” The woman seemed shocked at the sudden voice, as she jumped slightly and looked to Cas with wide eyes. She placed her hand to her chest, like she was trying to prevent her heart from leaping out, and gave a breathless laugh.
“You’ve given me such a fright, I should make you do this for me as punishment.” The woman teased with a smile. Her hands went back into the water and began to slowly move the clothing around. “But no. My son doesn’t allow me to do anything for myself anymore. I would like to keep this one thing for me, thank you.”
“Of course. I’m sorry to have scared you.” The woman brought one hand out of the water to wave off the apology before putting it back in again.
Cas fidgeted; her hands picking at one another behind her back while she moved her balance from tiptoes, to her heels, then back again. The woman must’ve sensed her growing anxiety. Without looking up from her work, she spoke.
“You’re worse than a child who just got caught taking sweets before dinner.” The woman laughed lightly, like she was recalling a memory. She removed her hands from the water to add more clothes to the bin. “If you have something to say or ask, just do it. You can waste your own time, but don’t you go wasting mine.”
“Well…” The fidgeting hadn’t stopped. In fact, it seemed to only get worse. She hadn’t thought so far ahead. ”Ah… My friend is a great admirer of one of the soldiers that frequents this area. She asked me to find out his name for her. She’s a shy little thing, you see. Would you happen to know the name of this man?”
“You must be speaking of Geoffrey. He’s one of the only soldiers I see come through this area. Besides that Aloysius, but he isn’t as charming as Geoffrey. Oh, I couldn’t forget such a handsome face. What I wouldn’t do to a man like that in my--” The older woman stopped herself when she caught the growing blush on Cas’ face and her averted eyes. She gave a hearty laugh, firmly patting the younger woman’s cheek with her wet hand before continuing, “You’ll understand when you become my age, my dear.”
Cas strongly doubted that but she forced out a laugh either way, wiping away the wet spot on her face. The older woman took a moment to finish shifting around the small bundle of clothing in the water. Her hands were wiped on her skirts then her attention was back on the girl.
“I hate to tell you, but it seems that another woman has caught his eye. Or rather, she had caught his eye. It’s a great shame really. Margaret was such a sweet woman. She and that Benjamin both. But you know, I heard that it was actually Geoffrey who killed Benjamin. After the duel they almost had, it was almost predictable. Though I can't say I believe that one bit. A man like Geoffrey would’ve had no problem finding another woman, there would’ve been no need for him to kill.”
“Maybe Geoffrey’s love for Margaret was that strong. If he didn’t love her that much, why would he put himself in a duel for her?”
“Oh, you sweet, simple-minded girl.” The older woman’s tone shifted to that of one used when explaining something to a child, and her eyes turned a little softer. “Everyone knew that Geoffrey didn’t really have feelings for Margaret. It was her father’s favor he was after. Very high in the ranks from what I’ve heard. He thought marrying Margaret and gaining favor with her father would hoist his status up. The father passed fairly recently, however, and Margaret wasn’t too far behind.”
“Poor Christine... To lose her husband and her daughter in such a short period of time, at such a young age..” The sorrowful tone changed to one of growing frustration. Her expression had changed almost as quickly as her voice; her long face scrunching into a frown. “That boy of hers doesn’t help with her grief, always yelling off people coming to give their respects and leaving in the night to who knows where.”
“Little Alva swears to have seen him leave the town at night, but that child is a curious case. I worry for her sometimes.” The woman looked to the group of children from before. Cas followed the woman’s line of vision to a little girl, one of the two that the group has to wait for. The group was stopped then, but only for a moment. They were running soon enough to the end of the street where the square started.
The man rested in the shadows, his body leaned against the wall almost as if he were trying to become one with it. The conversation, though at times a bit more hushed than others, was loud enough for him to hear. Raziel listened intently to the woman as she spoke with Cas. Every detail was taken in with much care. For a brief moment he had thought that he had a lead with this new man that had been brought into the story. The man named Geoffrey. He seemed to be the most simple of men at first after a profit that a marriage and favors could bring. It wasn't the most pure of intentions but it gave him a motive to kill Benjamin. This woman here seemed pretty certain that he had.
Raziel couldn't doubt the woman's words. If this were the case, one part of the mystery had been solved. Geoffrey had killed Benjamin. By Raziel's understanding the murder of Benjamin had happened shortly after the death of Margaret. It had been during his incrimination with the female guard, in fact. That alone had been what had left him off the hook. It explained nothing of Margaret, however. Something told him that Aloysius wouldn't be of much help either. Had he known about the accusations people had on Geoffrey, Raziel wondered if he kept silent about them.
That was what had started to worry him. A man had left the town in the night. At this point of the conversation, he could only assume that it had been Aloysius, but the possibility that she had been referring to Geoffery still there. The last part of the conversation had caught his interest the most. He too looked over to the children who played in the streets. They had little care. Raziel wondered if they even understood that two people they could know had died the night prior in these very streets. Sometimes ignorance truly was bliss. A gentle smile worked across his face brought forth by the innocence only a child could show.
It was when they ran by him, Raziel finally stretched his arms out and pushed off of the wall. He climbed from the shadows of the alley way and rested his hands casually on the top of his head. He took a quick glance over to Cas before his attention turned back to the children. He followed at a distance, feigning his interest in the stalls and events on the street rather than the children who ran before him. Until one with a particularly loud mouth decided to turn around to point out the obvious.
“Whoa!” He tugged at another and pointed at the man behind them. “Do you see that guy? He's like a giant.” He tugged again on his friend's arm. “Look, look!”
Raziel had been glad to have finally captured their interest. The tall man stood in front of them with his arms crossed, though a playful smile on his face. “I'll squish you if you're not careful,” he grinned, “You all look like tiny ants.”
Cas had taken back to the roads after thanking the older woman, but one glance at Margaret’s home was enough to make her stop. Maybe she could go back and talk to Christine. While going during the day would make more sense, going at night would’ve been more beneficial. The likelihood of catching Aloysius as he was running off was higher then, though she doubt that there would be a good enough reason as to why she was visiting again, especially at night. Cas frowned. Excluding the late hour, there was no telling how Christine would react if her son was caught sneaking out. Aloysius would no doubt react badly. She knit her brows in concentration as she continued staring at the home. Rather than visiting she could just wait until she saw the man leave then follow behind.
For now, finding the child-- Alva-- was their best bet. Too much time would be wasted on waiting for the sun to set, and that wait would prove to be pointless if Alva already knew where he was going.
Cas had anticipated the group of children to run back down the road at any moment. They ran back and forth at least three times during her short conversation with the older woman, so it stood to reason that they would come back just as quickly now. After a few minutes it seemed like going out to find them would’ve taken less time. Even with a clear goal ahead of her, static still grew in her stomach and arms. Cas hopped in place twice, shook out her hands, and left to the square.
The stalls weren’t usually something she paid much mind to. Her eye swept over the goods before looking back to the roads. One would think a group of giggling, running children would be easier to find. She reassured herself that she was only being impatient and continued forward. To her delight she spotted the group only moments after. This joy, however, morphed into something else when she saw the man they were with.
The children appeared to be fascinated with Raziel. The interaction was adorable to say the least. Still, no matter how cute it was, it didn’t change the fact that he was out. Of course she had no control over what he did or didn’t do. He was a grown man that was fully capable of making decisions for himself. Even if those decisions were stupid and put him at risk. (Though she really wasn’t one to talk.) Stealing quick glances at the stalls and the people around them, it seemed like they weren’t paying him any mind. While that brought some relief the fear of him getting recognized still lingered.
“Oh! There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The statement would’ve been casual if there hadn’t been something sharp lining the words.
“Who’re you, lady?” One of the girls shifted her weight to the side and crossed her arms, little cheeks puffed. It was adorable. Cas nearly reached over to pinch the girl’s small nose.
“I’m just a lady who’s been looking for her friend.” She knelt down and whispered to the little group. “He didn’t cause you guys any trouble, did he?”
“Nah! But he said he was gonna squish us if we weren’t careful!” One of the boys piped up.
“Really now? Well, I’m sure all of you would be able to beat him up if you really wanted too.” Cas grinned before standing back up. The boy was beaming now, breathing in deeply to make his chest puff out. One of the other boys pushed him slightly and laughed when all the air came rushing out.
The tall man feigned a look of surprise on his face. Like a man that was about to get scolded by his wife, Raziel tensed up. Still, his smile never left his face. "Oh no, I've been caught." It was lighthearted, especially for somebody whose life was in jeopardy by a sadistic soldier. In a brief moment, his gaze landed on Cas's face while he tried to read her. Was she angry with him? Her tone carried a bit of a bite to it. Annoyance more than likely, which he could understand.
"He's in trouble~" One of the young boys snickered to a girl, which also earned a light giggle. There was a shine in his eyes seeing somebody so big getting in trouble. Seeing the tables get turned was always nice.
"You're right. And Miss Cas is right too." Raziel crouched down beside the children. His voice was low as if he was telling them a big secret of his. It would almost be a trade. A secret for a secret. He scanned the faces of the young girl's in the group unsure of which one was little Ava. "I'm really a big softie," said the guy who easily towered over everybody else in the area. "One good hit and I'd be out cold. It's my biggest secret." True, he left out many, many details of what a good hit actually was. But for children, it may be enough. And it did get some of their interest. At least he wasn't scary anymore.
He looked over to Cas and nodded towards the children, tipping his head towards some of the girls since he was unsure who was who.
As Raziel spoke to the children in a hushed tone, Cas took in their faces. Alva stood close to two other girls near the back. The three had leaned in to listen to what the man was saying. Their eyes were wide and bright, like they were about to learn the biggest secret they would ever hear. Cas muffled a laugh behind her hand.
The woman acknowledged the nod with one of her own, followed by a quick point of her index finger towards Alva with her raised hand. She lowered the hand from her mouth and knelt back down to the children’s eye level.
“Actually, we’re looking for our other friends too. Geoffrey and Aloysius. Perhaps one of you know where they are?” The children shared a confused look. “They’re big soldiers who like going to that home over there.” Cas pointed the home of the grieving mother. There was immediate realization on one boy’s face.
“Oh, them! I see them a lot because I live right next to them! But I don’t see them a lot now..” The boy’s face scrunched up in deep thought before he jumped again with an excited look. “Alva sees them too! She told me that they leave town a lot! Right?”
“They talk a lot… It wakes me up..” Alva spoke through a pout, her brow furrowed. “They talk a lot then leave..”
“Yeah and Alva lives waaaaay over there, and she says they talk everyday! Why do they walk so far away to talk? They’re dumb. We aren’t allowed to play or sleep over because mama says it’s dangerous over there because it’s outside of town. But it’s okay ‘cause Alva sleeps a lot with me and my sister!” The girl and, who Cas assumed was, her sister each threw their arms around Alva. The smaller girl smiled at the ground and put her hands on top of the sisters’ arms.
“I’m sorry they keep waking you up. We’ll have to talk to them about this, won’t we?” Cas gently nudged Raziel. “Don’t worry about them anymore, okay?”
“You’re lucky to have all of these friends. You must be really popular, I’m so jealous.” Alva’s growing blush caused Cas’ grin to shift into a smile. The woman stood and brushed her skirt flat.
She looked in the direction the other girl had pointed to. If they met up there everyday, there was a chance they would be there again tonight. There was also a chance they had already run. Cas turned her attention back to Alva. Simply asking if they had seen the two men gave them solid information, but it didn't feel like enough. Asking Alva what they had been talking about was burning at the back of her head, but asking now would seem out of place. Wouldn't it? Her fingers found the hair over her shoulder and began to nervously occupy themselves
He nodded patiently as the children shared their words. Each one adding their own little bit to the story of the two men. His gaze went between them as they spoke. Their movements and body language could tell a story of its own. Traveling through the city earlier, Raziel hadn't exactly observed any of the areas as being more dangerous or more impoverished than the others. It had been dark when he entered the city and the area where he had found the body of Margaret hadn't been on the outskirts of town. Crime could happen anywhere. That was something Raziel had learned a long, long, time ago.
There was no doubt in his mind that these men were becoming to sound more suspicious as the children went on. Nothing good could come from hushed conversations in the middle of the night-- otherwise, they wouldn't be happening when everyone else was deep asleep in their beds.
"We will talk to them," he assured her. "Miss Alva, it is not fair at all that they keep you up all night with their talking." His lips twisted into a grin as he spoke. His calm tone remained, but like a good game, the thrill of this chase was starting to excite him. It was a pity that there was so much on the line for him and Miss Cas. "Maybe I'll show him what it's like being unable to sleep and bang pots outside his window." It seemed to have amused one of the children who giggled at that.
There was still one question on the table. What had Alva heard? Cas had done so well with the kids and asking questions. And now she seemed lost, almost unsure of what to do next. There was too much on the line to not press the children for more. "Do you know that they said?" He whispered. The man's large arm wrapped around Cas' shoulder and pulled her lightly to her side. The movement was careful. Raz was not looking to invade Cas' space unless he felt like he needed to. He did. The act, it wasn't a lie. Raziel never lied. But an assumption based on little nothings didn't come from him. "I want to make sure they're not telling anyone about our little secret."
As quickly as Cas found herself lost in doubt, she had been brought back by the light pull. Her initial reaction was to push away, but surely there was a purpose to this that she didn’t understand just yet. Actions had reason, were carefully thought out, so she fought against the voice in her head and wore a grin she had hoped looked normal. Her fingers continued to twist and curl around her hair. The children didn’t seem to notice her momentary shift. The man at her side did a wonderful job at keeping their attention.
“Ah-- That’s right. It would be really embarrassing if they knew our secret, especially since they’re so mean as to keep you awake. You can’t trust people who share other people’s secrets without their permission. It’s very, very rude.” Her fingers wound around her hair tighter as the words continued to flounder out. Thankfully there was more than enough curl to hide just how hard she was actually pulling at her hair. Her face and voice were excellent liars, if only her fingers were the same.
“Yeah! Only stupid jerks do something like that! A real soldier would never do that! The guards are really brave and kind and smart, nothing like the guys waking up Alva. Those are a bunch of turds.” One of the boys had said in, what seemed like, one breath. The word ‘turd’ had garnered a few gasps from the other children. Had Cas been listening more carefully, she would’ve heard a quiet, ‘I’m telling mom’ coming from the boy’s side. Alva had an uncomfortable sort of grin directed to the floor, she hands balled up in the skirt of her dress.
“Quiet, you big dummy! Alva wants to say something.” The older girl, with her arm still hooked around Alva’s neck, practically yelled at the now blushing boy.
“I hear them talk about a lady a lot.. They wanted to climb a ladder and become real brothers--”
“That’s stupid! You don’t gotta have the same mom to be real brothers! My dad said that me and my brother don’t have the same mom but we’re still brothers! And why would they need to climb a--”
“Shuddup!” The younger girl unlatched herself from Alva to give a proper glare at the boy, though it seemed more like a pout with how puffed her cheeks appeared. Cas tilted her head before giving a small nod, a gently prompt to continue.
“Then they would talk about a guy but they called him a bad word.. They wanted to take him somewhere because he was gonna take the lady somewhere. They yelled a lot after that… There was a lot of yelling last night..” Alva looked ready to cry at that point. “They wanna leave, and I hope they do! I don’t wanna hear them yelling b-because it scares me.” The tears began flowing freely then, tiny hiccups making the child’s entire body to jump.
Cas took the opportunity to break from Raziel’s side. Now kneeling, hands placed neatly in her lap, she waited until the crying calmed. Truth be told, the woman had no idea how to handle the child. Children she could handle, but crying children weren’t as easy. Sometimes they just didn’t want to be consoled, being much too proud to accept being held or sweet words, and the fact that there would be nothing she could do then was terrifying. Alva didn’t seem the type though, thankfully. “Are they going to be there tonight?”
“Yeah they are. That’s why she’s gonna stay with us! ‘Cause we can protect her if we’re all together, right, Yumi?” The younger sister, Yumi, all but threw herself back at the sniffling girl and nodded vigorously and responded with a quick, “Mhm! Ayane and I will protect her!”.
“How about we go to your house tonight, hm? We can talk with them then. It’s very cruel of them to be doing this to you. I’m sure they don’t mean to be so rude. I hope you can forgive them one day.” Cas offered a tiny smile to the little group of girls as the loud boy from earlier had started tugging at Raziel’s hand, motioning for him to come closer.
“You’re gonna beat them up, right? Stupid jerks like them don’t care about Alva at all. She’s gonna forgive them but none of us will. You’ll beat them up for us, right?” He had whispered in an attempt to be sneaky. Though not sneaky enough as it drew the ear of another boy.
“Or if you won’t, we will! We’ll beat them up real good, right?” The boy puffed his chest and nudged the other to do them same. “We can’t let villains like those keeping everyone awake. I don’t think they would be really scared of them though. Alva is kind of a crybaby, so she gets scared super easy.”
Two small hands slapped the talking boy’s arm, forcing the air from his chest to rush out at once. Ayane and Yumi’s faces were bright red until Alva make herself known to them by latching onto each of their arms. The two girl’s quickly turned to their friend and began reassuring her that she wasn’t a crybaby, and that she was really brave for living with the yelling for so long.
It was sweet sight. It was a shame they had to leave it now. Maybe there would be another chance to see them once this mess was settled. Standing and giving her hands a quick shake, Cas clapped once and hoped it was enough to grab their attention. “Well, my friend and I are going to get ready to talk to them. It was lovely meeting you all. I hope we’ll see each other later.”
“Find us when you beat up those bad guys, okay?” The second boy asked with bright eyes.
“Yeah! Don’t think we’ll forget either!” The first boy straightened his back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“If you don’t get those dummies to go away and they keep scaring Alva, I’ll never forgive you.” Ayane’s ‘serious face’ had almost been an exact replica of her younger sister’s glare, something that had been happening at the same moment.
Two tiny pinkies rose into the bottom of Cas’ vision; one towards Cas while the other was directed to Raziel. Alva stood there with a nervous, yet adamant, face. “D… Do you promise to make them go away?”
“I promise, or may the Dawn Dragon strike me down.” Cas swore once their pinkies curled together. No turning back now.
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