Ari won’t stop touching Tate. They’d tried to pull her in, too, but she can’t – not when this is at least partially her fault. If she hadn’t distracted Ari- Kyah swallows and forces her attention back where it belongs. On the questions Reuben and Astrid and Max and her father are asking and the […]
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Bast wakes up, feels him, and close. It means he’s found them, or at least the vicinity, and is trying to draw them out. He feels the rush of magic from the outer realms, too, which means there must be at least one portal standing open. And open wide. He looks at Cole, still sleeping.
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Tate knows that Shae has found him. For real, now that he knows she’s not dead. Whatever let her do it has opened some sort of door, but it goes both ways. He can tell that she’s… waiting for something. Ari doesn’t like it at all. They’ve closed the door between them for security reasons,
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The knock at his door wakes Cole with enough of a start that he’s across his apartment before he thinks. Whoever it is, they knock again and Cole opens the door, annoyed enough that he doesn’t care that he’s only in his underwear. He was sleeping, and he’s about to say as much when he
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“Find anything interesting this time?” Cole asks at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Interesting. Not sure there was anything useful, though. Especially not in light of the more pressing issue.” Demons. More of them each week, and it had already been odd when there were a handful in as many months that caused enough of
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Tate shrugs, everything about him easier since they got answers. Never mind that those answers were that the world was maybe about to end. “He does that sometimes, Ar.” “No, like he hasn’t answered in over a month. Wait no, let me amend that – he hasn’t just not answered anything in over two months.
The footsteps alone are not sufficient to make him stir. Not even that there are two steps, or that one of them sounds especially harried. “My Lord?” He exhales a silent sigh at the second disruption of the day. The first had been some lowly soldier who shouldn’t have been allowed in at all, claiming
The appointment passes in a blur. By the time they leave, Bast has already forgotten what they wanted done. He hopes he did the right thing. Assumes so, since they seemed pleased enough. But he doesn’t care. He’s tired and wants them gone. As soon as the door closes behind them, he shoves out of
cws for referenced torture, questioning reality, and general unpleasantness. playlist here It starts – as it always does – with screams. Not based in memory, but the fabrication doesn’t make them any less real in the moment. Sometimes it’s the horses. This time, it’s her. The sounds of agony – of being tortured, just far
