saint/sinner

"No," Scarlett was quick to state, this was not a mistake. Nothing about Sunset was a mistake. She had been brought to this town for a reason, the same way Scarlett had. They had both been at the bonfire for a reason. Their paths had crossed for a reason. And the reason was reuniting. It was like the clouds in her mind had parted, and now the light was shining through... and it was shining directly on the blonde before her.

"but you are special to us."

“be soft. my love. because flowers don’t grow. on hard grounds.”

It took a moment to gather herself, to not burst into tears, happy tears, tears of relief. So long. For so long Scarlett had worried about his little soul, where he had ended up, who was looing after him now, so far from her protection. She could not understand why she had been sent to the bonfire, why she had felt the urge to go so strongly and God had only let her suffer the screams, the horror, not allowed her to stop it, not given her a way... but now it made sense. There was always a reason. She should not have assumed otherwise, she should not have let her trust falter, and later, she would beg for forgiveness that she knew she was already granted.

the more scarlett spoke, the more clueless sunset has become, now really understanding what she meant about knowing her in another life. she had her doubts on the beliefs she was taught of growing up, that she begun questioning it, and eventually going against it the very second freedom was given to her. but this...it was somehow affecting her thoughts, remembering what one of the twins had told her. she wasn't supposed to be alive that day. is this where she meant to be? whatever scarlett was talking about that was beyond sunset's understanding? her mind was just clouded at this point.

She barely heard the girl as she spoke, in another world away... nothing unusual for Scarlett. It was the gentle touch that brought her back to earth, that caused the older woman to look at her, really look at her. There was something about Sunset's eyes, a familiarness, a recognition she hadn't been able to pinpoint at the bonfire. At the bonfire. A reason. The gasp that left her own lips surprised her, something clicking inside of her mind, all of the pieces falling into place. It couldn't be. But it was, it had to be. "I know you," she whispered, her free hand lifting to rest on Sunset's, unable to break her gaze, emotion clouding her expression. She didn't care how insane it was. She was sure, more sure than she had been of anything in her life. "I know you."

sunset could see how evidently the woman's demeanor changed the second she sees her, and just like before, scarlett was uttering words she couldn't understand. i know you. confusion etched on her expression, she brings them to the side, not wanting to block other people's ways. "scarlett...i don't understand what you mean...we met at the bonfire..." perhaps for a moment she's forgotten that she was the one who brought sunset out of the hell the bonfire brought to the people, she wanted to convince herself that that was the case, but the look on scarlett's face tells her different, something beyond her understanding. "scarlett..." she says her name once more. "what...what you do mean?"

Scarlett had been in a strange mindset ever since the bonfire — strange, even, for her. She had felt a bit disconnected from everything, and she had not had any dreams or hallucinations since before that night. She could not lose faith in her God, doing so would cause the very fabric of her sanity (what was left of it, that was) to tear in half. She had to find a reason for it all, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she prayed, she was met with silence. Bumping into Sunset was just as much her fault as the younger woman's, paying very little attention to her surroundings, in a bit of a daze, but she offered her a warm smile anyway. "It's quite alright," she assured her, though her eyes weren't really trained on Sunset, seeming to look through her rather than at her. "Lovely to see you again. How are you doing?"

sunset couldn't resist the urge to stare at the woman before her, perhaps still worried from the bonfire that happened days before, the chaos that ensued, she wanted to know if she was doing alright, at least, physically, given how they've bumped into each other that day, troubled wasn't even the right term to describe it. she slips her phone in her pocket, before responding to scarlett. "i'm doing...okay, i was just...toying with this thing, it was giver." she shrugs, not really knowing how to explain it. the past couple of days have been not really stable as a flatline for her. sunset couldn't help but sense something in scarlett that says she was, she assumes, deep in her own thoughts, somehow close enough to how she was the last time they've seen each other. "are you...are you alright?" she couldn't help but ask, one hand coming up to hold on to scarlett's arm, as if she was floating and sunset had pulled her back to have her feet flat on the ground. she wanted to help this time, just like scarlett got her out of that mess the first time they met.