Doyle's House, Late Wednesday Night, Abaddon
It had been a quiet night at the traingle, and Doyle had been happy to get out of there after it closed, to make his way home. He'd been restless as of late, and he took his time getting home, wandering through the city streets, always so different at this hour. It was taking time, but he was adjusting to being here, in a city again, and these
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Weird. Talk.
She could talk to Loz, she knew, if she wanted to. But she needed someone who would be there forever, someone whose eyes she wouldn't see the shadow of Death in. She needed someone who didn't alternately make her feel twelve or put her on a pedestal.
And so? Her Darkness.
She alighted on his balcony, garbed in red, wings streaming out behind her. A tap on the window. Not tentative. Not demanding. Just a tap.
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He knew who it had to be. Only two people knew where he lived,and only one of them had wings of flame, and a habit of using windows as an exit, or now it seemed, an entrance.
Feeling some of his restlessness wash away he stood, unlatching the window and pulling it open. "Angel." One word and he stepped back, making room for her to enter should she wish.
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"Darkness." She extinguished her wings and folded them away before stepping into his home. "I know it's late. I... find myself wanting to see you and I'm not sure how to go about it." A wry smile and a teasing tone, as she lowered her hood.
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