𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑

The crunch of gravel shifted beneath her sneakers as Mary stepped out of the truck, the nighttime air wrapping around her like a cool blanket. The scent of damp earth and pine trees filled her lungs, fresh and invigorating, far less cloying than the stale air of the bunker she’d left behind. For a moment, she felt like laughter might bubble up, an uncontrollable surge of giddiness brought on by sheer spontaneity and the thrill of stepping outside her carefully composed world. She watched Cain as he maneuvered around the driver's side, his movements fluid and confident, as if he belonged to the shadows that danced between the trees. The grin tugging at the corners of his mouth hinted at mischief, and she couldn’t help but return it, their energy swirling in the night like fireflies. Her heart raced with curiosity and a hint of daring; did he really mean to dive into the quarry pond ? The idea danced like a flame in her mind, a flickering possibility that offered warmth against the chill.

❝ Swim ? ❞ she responded, allowing her voice to rise in a playful lilt. ❝ You’re joking, right ? ❞ But even as the words left her, she felt the knot of excitement tighten in her stomach. Whether he was serious or not didn’t seem to matter; she was drawn into this reckless, wild night, ready to follow wherever it led. ❝ Not even a swimsuit ? You sure know how to woo a girl. ❞ She quipped, a teasing glint in her eye as she shifted from one foot to the other, her sneakers scuffing against the gravel. ❝ And what if I don’t know how to swim ? ❞ She challenged, half-joking, but her laughter slipped out with an accompanying thrill. She stepped closer to the front of the truck, a gleam of mischief lurking at the back of her mind.

She leans her back against the front of the truck, arms crossed in front of her. ❝ That lock on the gate makes me thing there is going to be some teleportation to keep us from going to jail ? ❞ He did say they wouldn’t be going to jail tonight. Her lips purse together and finally pushes herself away from the truck. ❝ Fine, let’s go. ❞ She walked up to Cain standing in front of him. ❝ Maybe I’ll just float on my back. Let the night take me where it will. ❞ She wasn’t going to back down from this -- just one night she wanted to just be Mary, a little wild and reckless. So far, Cain was delivering just that.

Mary is the first in a long while to inspire spontaneity in the ancient one who barely breaks out of his patterns. Comfort zone. The crisp night breeze and a shared readiness to breach restrictions for this taste of freedom reminds each bone. Those tingles enwrapping his limbs feeling nearly like a warning; foreign territory. One he happily ignores in favor of finishing what he started. Her little jab is met with nonchalance inwardly rivaled by genuine amusement, though Cain's humor here is a matter to be read between the lines. "Do I look like I'm joking?" Because he truly isn't joking, but Mary taunting his ability to 'woo' her in such playful manner? Well, it'd be terrible if that were his idea for courting, indeed. Swimming suits are overrated. Go all in with clothes on your body or nude. Cain makes a mental note to give Mary his coat later, something warm and dry, should she demonstrate bravery by jumping into the pond with him.

The green light granted, he plants a palm atop one of her shoulders— she'd blink and find herself, alongside current company, on the other side of that fence. No alarm. Good. But Cain could snap it into silence in a beat, anyway. "I'm positive you know how to swim. Otherwise...", he begins, after stepping closer to the water slips out of his shoes. Socks follow; nothing is nastier than the sensation of wet socks in shoes. His coat will be cast aside after.

"There'd come my chance to woo this lady by teaching her." It should be offered in tandem with a wink, instead he cracks a crooked smile. The water is almost still, crickets can be heard chirping. And only the few street lights lining those fences shed just enough light to not render them entirely blind. Barefoot, grass tickling skin, Cain stands upright again before shrinking the distance between them. Let him admire her features in the dim shine that leaves half of her cradled in night's dark, his voice soft enough to border on a hum: "You know... For a hunter, you make quite the bad influence." Nobody else could motivate him to dive into cold water in the middle of the night, fully clothed. At least nobody currently alive, except her.

She plants ideas in his mind without voicing them, without meaning to. But? He won't complain— this is refreshing in so many ways. "I'll go first." And that's what he's going to do, unless Mary were to hold him back for whichever reason. Not jumping, but walking into the wet until he'd be all in.

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  ❝𝓘 mean, kinda in the same vein. I meant nothing bad by it.❞ Sydney clarified. ❝Brain might not be firing on all cylinders today.❞ A pause as she looks to a few of the other mediums. ❝—A lot going on, apparently.❞ She gave a small shrug and a light shake of her head. ❝I'm sure you have. And people like to talk about others. So... your story is bound to come up at some point or another.❞ Sydney also had a list of health complications from spirits using her energy and channelling, so her forgetting or misremembering something wasn't an uncommon trait. ❝I don't exactly have a lot of pleasant conversations with demons. As you can probably imagine.❞ There was a brief pause as she couldn't help herself from jokingly asking him ❝Do you have to sign papers to swap sides? Or—❞

Waiting periods trigger restlessness, no matter how old the bones it ensnares. So due to indecision on what to do with himself, Cain ultimately approaches the nearest table. But in lieu of sinking into one of the surrounding chairs, he settles on that table's edge; more leaning than sitting. "That's not surprising at all", is his only response to Sydney's comment concerning unpleasant encounters. Demons are seldom a joy to be around. Her question reaps a thin smile in tandem with the smallest dip of his head— eyes darting to his shoes as if to casually check whether they're clean. "Or." The answer he picks upon restoring eye contact.

"Not sure if you've heard the stories, but I bore a curse that suppressed most of what's still been human in me. Once it got lifted, well..." Cue an idle shrug. "My focus no longer was on killing. Plus", emphasis comes through an upturn of brows, chin tipping upward. "I met the right people. Ironically, the same man who set me back on that path of destruction pulled me on the right track later. So here I am, trying to make amends." Shortened version, Cain spares Sydney the gruesome details. "That doesn't mean I can promise to be good company. Depends on your definition."

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“ You’re so wet / hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”

“ Let me mark you here, where only I can see. ”

“ I want to feel your nails in my back while you fall apart. ”

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