&* seven devils

“ghost town, funny,” khalil could barely imagine what the town had looked like over the last few months. vague images of an empty police station crawled into his mind as he began to take the seat next to her, a heavy body sinking into the familiar material of the couch beneath him. he then thought of the schools, the stores, and the bars with few figures struggling to cope with their world after almost half of it had been lost compared to the excitement everyone must have been feeling now that they were all back. alive and thriving. “you have my escape map?” the surprise in his voice was barely masked. thick brows furrowed with stupid lopsided grin laced across his face. freya was really holding a cheap piece of 50 states that he had gotten as a means to plan his next moves. he still remembered the look she gave him when he was circling off places to go before the battle started and now here he was grateful to be back, planted, in the only place he truly wanted to be. “and you owe me?” he was still distracted by the map before he saw her bring out a bottle. bourbon from what he can tell by the label. his eyes flickered over it once more and then back to her face as she caught the bottle before it could hit the ground. “just buy me a drink next time and I’ll try to forget that you broke into my place to get my map and my booze.”

❝I DID.❞ FREYA ADMITS, A BIT SHEEPISHLY. She remembers judging him when she’d seen him holding it after the witch meeting held by Frankie. ❝Oh, so you do admit it was an escape map.❞  The blonde places a hand on her hip, a playful glare shot at him. Maybe if she wouldn’t have talked him into staying he wouldn’t be in this mess. ❝Only because I don’t have an ID or passport to fly!❞ Freya admits, though she finds herself regretting it a few seconds later. To his knowledge she was a normal witch, well as normal as one could get. Everyone from this day and age should have identification, but back in her day it was unneeded. She sets the bottle down on the coffee table and grabs the beer instead, ❝In my defense I thought you wouldn’t need it. I wasn’t going to leave the bourbon by its lonesome self.❞  The witch justifies as she makes her way over to the window, unlocking it and letting the small breeze in. It was faint but felt good on her midriff -- she’s wearing a crop top, abs on display from the months she’s been training. ❝Technically I did buy you a drink. More than that, a whole bottle. Seems like you’re ungrateful.❞  She sighs, finally joining him on the couch.   

“don’t ever turn to dust on me again.” pulling away from the hug, she playfully punched his arm. she needed to try to be happy. even after the shitty day she had. “how did you know?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “remember that patient i introduced you too a year ago?  the little girl. she…she passed away a few minutes ago in my arms.”

EMBRY CHUCKLES AS SHE PLAYFULLY PUNCHES HIS ARM, it felt like a poke. ❝I know, I know. I’ve been threatened by many that if I ever did that again they’d bring me back just to kill me again. Could you believe that? I’m a good guy.❞  He laughs, shaking his hair. ❝Because I know you.❞  The shifter reasons with a shrug of his shoulders. ❝Oh, Lil’.❞  He frowns, pulling into her another hug.  ❝I’m sorry to hear that.❞