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[amazonofthe21st]

When you fight for three years, you get used to the aspects of it. The secret keeping. The sudden pounding rush of adrenaline. The constant thrum of fear under your skin. The exhaustion. The rage. The helplessness and the power

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[slayer_fray]

Mel Fray has not been keeping an eye on this one since Steph warned her.

- Well, maybe she has. But only in an interested eye in case there's ever something she can do.

Casual enough that she doesn't feel super stalkery.
Interested enough that she can recognise a warrior with nothing to fight.

She's now sitting, not particularly secretive, but not particularly prominent, either, on a branch of a tree a few yards away, mildly picking out dirt form under her fingernails.

Only this looks interesting, so she stops.

[amazonofthe21st]

They've all been followed at one time or another. When your friends can turn into houseflies and cockroaches, being followed isn't terribly difficult.

Though it's going to be downright embarrassing when Rachel figures out a human just followed her without her notice.

Still. There are noises in a forest, cracking branches and rustling, calling animals. And at this particular moment, she hears what she wants to hear.

For instance, she can hear herself saying, vaguely convincingly, We knew it could happen again, it's no one's fault.

Though if she's gone for another month and he...

Well. He better not.

Rachel shifts her weight from one foot to the other, bottom lip sucked in slightly for her teeth to sink into. But her eyes don't leave the triangle.

[slayer_fray]

Well, there's two things that might make Rachel feel better about this: firstly, Mel's kind of supernaturally designed to be a hunter, but more importantly, you don't get very far as a thief if you can't keep an eye on a mark without making it look like you're keeping an eye on them.

She looks up at the triangle, her very specific historical and mythological knowledge failing on this count, and figures that this place looks interesting at least.

And by 'interesting' she means 'don't let teenagers go in their on their own'.

She scoots along the branch, lying on her chest as she waits to see what will happen.

[amazonofthe21st]

He's been better. They've been better. He's talked to people. Been human more. People know him now, would look for him if he went missing at the same time she did - right?

She hopes.

Maybe.

Because somehow she's a step closer to the cave than she was just a moment ago. And that thrum beneath her skin is aching with the need to keep moving forward.

Inside that cave is fear and horror and danger and purpose.

She's never asked him to be human.

He'll forgive her this.

The darkness swallows her up in a sigh.