𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇.

It  took  Cash  a  moment  with  the  red  light  comment,  it  not  clicking  for  him  right  away.  Then,  when  it  had,  a  small  laugh  surfaced  and  there  was  the  slightest  shake  of  his  head.  Not  a  no  to  what  she'd  asked,  just  him  loosening  her  choice  of  words. 

Warmth. It was the first thing she registered as she slowly began to wake up. The arms wrapped around her body that held her close, one of her hands mindlessly caressing through hairlocks, her face pressed up against a chest while the gentle weight of one's chin rested atop her head. Instinct coursed through as she kissed the chest, sleepily knowing where his heart was. It was a move she's done repeatedly that's become second nature to her, even in her haze. Until, finally, her mind caught up with memories of the night before. The collision, the fighting, the passion morphing from fiery words to an ever familiar dance. She didn't need to open her eyes to know where she was. Who she was with.

Cash.

Swallowing thickly, she carefully pulled back and out of his embrace. It wasn't until she sat up with her back towards him that she finally opened her eyes. She tirelessly worked hard not to look back. To not let them wander. This was a pattern that needed to be ended. How, though... Well, she knew two options. Neither of which she was certain of when her mind fought for one, while her heart fought for the other. Quietly, the anthropologist got up from the bed. Nilay nearly looked back to see if he was still asleep, but she stopped herself. If she looked at him, she won't want to leave. That can't happen. She needed to get dress and go, as quickly and as quietly as possible.

🏛️𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: nilay öztürk & cashel sullivan ( @cashsullivan )

🏺𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: cash's home

Something  in  him  sensed  the  shift.  The  warmth  separating  from  his  body  and  a  cool  emptiness  in  its  place.  Enough  that  his  eyes  squinted  open  carefully,  the  morning  light  shocking  him  into  a  quiet  stirring.  The  night  before  immediately  flooded  his  consciousness  and  it  wasn't  just  because  of  her  guarded  movements  trying  for  a  slippery  escape.  Her  perfume,  her  haircare,  skincare,  all  of  it  was  all  over  him  and  his  bed.  It  was  loud  in  the  room  that  had  been  absent  of  it  lately.

Blue  eyes  stared  at  the  back  of  Nilay,  and  the  tension  in  her  shoulders  told  him  that  the  professor  was  battling  herself.  Maybe  even  chastising  herself  for  winding  up  here  after  she'd  called  it  quits  months  ago.

Not  that  this  was  the  first  time.

"Not  only  that  but  space  isn't  real.  It's  in  the  water.  The  portal  is  in  there  somewhere."  However,  he  was  fine  with  supporting  those  that  wanted  to  explore  the  phenomenons.  Truly,  Cash  was  a  bit  interested  himself.

location: sirens

He can't recall seeing an employee on any of his visits to Holy Sheet, including his current one.

"That one works at the Prospector," Frank says with a mild echo from halfway inside a stopped machine that the middle-aged man was retrieving his newly cleaned clothes from, "And I know what I saw."

"Thought it was what you heard," Darrow corrects to the long staying hotel guest who had taken a liking to irritating him on his night shifts and anywhere else that they crossed paths. His attention switches back to the other man who he vaguely recognised from the Irish pub he liked to go to. With a slight tilt of his head, he peers at him skeptically from the seat he was sat on. "Can't say that I do or that I know that one. You gonna give me a play-by-play?"

Turning  his  attention  to  Frank  there  was  momentary  concern  that  faded  as  quickly  as  it  came  that  the  man  would  fall  into  the  washing  with  how  far  he  was  reaching  in.  "He's  always  hearing  or  seeing  something."  The  roll  of  his  eyes  wasn't  real  annoyance  but  he  had  been  on  the  receiving  end  of  the  man's  rants  while  he  sat  posted  at  the  pub.

When  blue  shifted  back  to  Darrow  sitting  there  his  gaze  went  far  away  for  a  moment  while  he  tried  to  recall  the  drunken  details.  "Apparently  a  woman  died  in  here.  Electrical  shock  or  I  don't  know  that's  what  I  was  told."  Another  barely  visible  shrug.  "So  now  at  night  when  the  lights  are  dimmed  and  the  place  is  closed  you  can  see  someone  standing  at  the  folding  table  folding  her  clothes.  There's  been  a  few  sightings."

where: utp

"I work there, I'm pretty sure I'd know if it was actually haunted."

"Jeeez, who knew a little weed would offend so much." And this was why the suburbs were her least favorite territory, always someone who just didn't get it, "Not my fault your ten year old got a little loosey goosey on a contact high. Isn't this the World Cup — better question is why do you have your kid at a bar."