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    Cosette blinked as she was pulled upright. She furrowed her brow as he led her up the stairs, tripping a bit though she managed to keep up. Someone was after them? It was time to go? She knew what he meant--the assassins had found him, and had used her to do so.

    The woman frowned softly, as she was led to a window--fingers resting on the windowsill. With a quiet hum, she nodded slowly. "I can... I can find it." She nodded slowly, waiting until she felt the ladder under her fingertips, and noting the fact there was no vibrations--she took this to mean he was off it completely.

    She moved to find the ladder, quiet as she tried to get settled. However, rattling at the door caused her to slip, and she huffed, clutching the rung above her as she lost her footing. As she tried to find her footing, she could hear the lock mechanism click as the door was forced open, and so she simply let go. She had to trust the man would catch her, didn't she?

    Lucky enough for her, she was right to trust him. She curled against his chest as she hit his arms, his chest. Cosette gasped softly, whispering, "I--I'm sorry."

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    They were running out of time, and Cosette was taking far too much of it. Luuk hesitated. He was considering shaking the ladder, forcing her to fall, because that would be quicker than this. He heard the door in the bedroom rattle and open, and just as he was about to beckon Cosette to let go, the girl seemed to panic and slip, leaving Luuk to scramble for her.

    Surprisingly, he managed to catch her. Luuk stood there for a moment, shocked at his feat. When he recovered, he set Cosette on the ground and looked her over for injuries. He'd spared her any major ones, and he was at least glad for that. "Are you alright?" he asked her. "I'm sorry for the rush, I didn't think they would--ah." He saw their kidnappers in the window, and they were shouting angrily towards them. "No time," he said. He grabbed Cosette's hand again. "Come on."

    There were many places to take her, but Luuk was tasked with thinking of a place a blind person would not have too much trouble navigating. It was not something he was accustomed to considering, and so as they ran through town, he kept making last-minute turns. He mumbled apologies for all of them. Finally he led Cosette to the lake where they had bathed. He looked around to make sure no one was following them. Perhaps, now, it was time to say goodbye. He did not want to bring her along on this chase and possibly endanger her, even if her handicap did make things more... exciting.

    Luuk cleared his throat. "We're at the river. You can probably hear that." He mentally facepalmed. "Are you going to be okay? You can get around from here, right? They're after me, all I need to do is lose them, but you don't need to be put in danger like this. Maybe... Maybe I'll see you around, eh?" In the distance, he could hear footsteps, and angered shouts of confusion. "I think that's my cue to bounce, pidge," he said. He grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. "Be safe, okay? Bye."

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    Cosette stumbled into each and every turn that he tossed her way, though she never once fell. No, rather, she latched onto him up until she heard the river--her head tilting. Then, he explained he was going to leave her. And this was where panic set in. She shook her head slowly, and then once more as he kissed the back of her hand, her free hand finding his wrist.

    "Please don't. Don't leave me." However, she felt his fingers slip from hers, heard a soft, "Be safe." and he was gone. The woman stood there, hugging herself as she stared into the darkness that was her world.

    The assassins of course, would shove her out of the way--straight into the river, and go about their chase. She wasn't their target; she was just a waylaid woman they'd promised to pay--a waylaid woman who had come to regret her agreement after spending the day with the target.

    The woman would eventually find her way back into the town; and to her despair, the dinner she had with Luuk would be her last real dinner for weeks. She eventually took to a roaming group of people; where scraps were provided weekly... Which was better than living on her own.

    However, the day that the sun shone hot, she had entered a new town--much busier than the last, and she was left again as her companions took to their separate ways. She was once again dancing on the streets, still in the same outfit he had given her--though it was no longer clean or even whole; tattered and torn, her hair a nest atop her head, her flesh covered in grime. Cheeks were hollow.

    But still, she danced. She twirled and she laughed, dancing a gypsy-based dance, giggling softly to herself. The woman was enjoying herself, despite her circumstances. Cosette could hear coins hitting the ground before her, people tipping her for her dance.

    As she continued to dance, another pair of homeless men were darting in front of her, claiming her coins, and the two of them turned to scamper away--she was unaware of this slight, however, and simply continued on her merry way. Dancing was all that made her smile; often her thoughts wondered after her strange target from the days gone past.

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    It pained Luuk to leave her. There was a plea in her voice, and he hated that there was nothing he could do. He needed to protect Cosette, to keep the authorities on him and away from her. She didn't deserve the goose chase that was his life. She deserved some peace, and she would not get it with Luuk. So, clenching his fists, he started away from her, hoping he would see her again.

    Luuk eventually lost the would-be kidnappers, just as he always did. Following that, he took to a normal routine again, living off the streets. He would have left right after the attack, but something kept him in this town, and he knew exactly what it was. Every day he looked for that blind dancer, but she seemed to have bounced, too. After a while, he realized there was no use looking for her anymore. She was gone, and he needed to be. So, Luuk returned to the house he'd shared with her, if only for a little while. He gathered up some essentials, prepared for a journey away. This house was now a known location for his pursuers, and he would not be back for a long while.

    Luuk didn't know how long he'd been wandering. He'd watched the sun rise and fall over the horizon many times. His original food supply was completely depleted, and he'd been living off the land for a while now. He had no money on him, often didn't carry money on him, and the wear of the road was starting to show. He saw a town in the distance, one that didn't look all that different from the one he'd previously stayed in. He could smell a bakery, could hear children playing in the streets. Luuk jogged the rest of the distance to the town and took it in. The sights, the sounds, the smells; this was the new home he'd been searching for. With a smile, he began exploring.

    It wasn't long before he was lured by the sound of music playing. He followed the sounds, and he found a man playing a stringed instrument. Luuk stayed for a while, admiring. He happened to look up, and there was the dress of his mother. He rubbed at his eyes to make sure, but there it was, battered as the woman who was still wearing it. "Cosette?" he whispered. He started after her.

    She was dancing still. Her hair had grown a bit, and her skin was back to that dirtied color. The dress, obviously treasured, was now falling apart. But that didn't matter. Cosette was there. He was going to call her name again, louder this time so she would hear him, but something stopped him. As he watched her, he also watched two homeless men come up to her and take the donations she had received. They started off, but Luuk was not going to allow that. He drew his dagger, and he started after the thieves.

    Luuk returned to Cosette a few minutes later, glad she was still there. He called to her, and waited until he had her attention. Then, he grabbed her hand, and dropped the retrieved coins into her hand. His dagger was tied by his hip again, staining the inside of his trousers in a ruby red. "Hey," he said. "It's been a while, huh? These were yours."

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