Oh, every time I close my eyes

[blazetodefine]

In a street in Chicago, there's a dragon the size of a large dog walking down the center of it. It sprays powerful bursts of water, instead of fire, and it's been spraying people up against walls, but leaving them otherwise uninjured

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[uponthewires]

When shit goes down, one usually begins the re-telling with an It was supposed to be an ordinary day. This is not the case with Anne Hamilton. It was already a Very Bad No Good Day

[blazetodefine]

David is definitely not meeting her gaze. He knows that gaze-meeting means ward-finding. There is no way in hell that he'll look her or anyone else in the eyes, unless he's already confirmed that is a no-go.

"Yeah, I can... see that," he says with an almost smile.

He takes a drag of his cigarette and slides his fingers through his hair, ducking his head and leaning his elbows against his knees. David glances at the broken heel in her hand and then at the one that remains on her foot.

"You know you might want to think about taking the other one off," he offers, pointing to her shoe. "You'd run faster."

[uponthewires]

Anne's still new to the Charun business. Sometimes she'll be startled or curious enough that she slips and looks up at strangers. There's a moment where she can't breathe, until nothing happens once eye contact has been made

[blazetodefine]

"A trot?" David actually does smile at that, and it's a kind, if not amused sight. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, and it swings around in his hand as he talks. "So it was more like a trained horse than someone fleeing in terror?"

He drops the cigarette on to the sidewalk and steps off the bench, scuffing his foot over the remains.

David nods, head still down, but he glances sideways at her. "Theory. Right." He gestures with a hand and sticks the cigarette back in his mouth. "The... stage is yours."

He's quiet as she explains. David is good at listening. It's what he does best, fade into the comfortable background, listen and watch, and speak when he has something to say. Sometimes not even then.

"Very good theory. It could be that. ...Or it could be... a not so dangerous dragon," he suggests, and then reaches to pull the journal off the bench. "Besides if there's a dragon, someone should probably stop it. They can't be running, jogging, or sprinting away, right

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