So Much for Plan A || Alys & William
Finally, nightfall had come. William had traveled across the continent to come to the small town of Oxford, Mississippi after feeling the death of his latest progeny, a man named Andrew. He'd been a good enough progeny; followed orders without the usual attitude that he'd gotten over the years from the long line of people he'd turned to do his bidding. Andrew had gotten it. He'd been given the gift of eternal life, he should - in turn - pay back the gift he'd been given by service to his maker. So when William had felt the death of this progeny, he'd almost been sad... almost.
Not being too much of a fan of airplanes, William had traveled on foot, which meant it had taken quite a few nights to get from Washington state to Mississippi. But now that he had arrived, he was ripe to get his business taken care of and get the hell out. He didn't do well in small town situations.
Andrew hadn't checked in with him in nearly a month, and so William wasn't exactly sure on the whereabouts of a certain Princess that William wanted to avoid. Sure that Andrew wouldn't be so stupid as to get close enough to Alys that she might see him, he'd strolled right on into town, headed for the place he'd felt his progeny died at the hand of Kol Svansson.
He'd stopped in the middle of the woods though after catching a familiar scent. Even after all of these years, he could still easily place Alys. And her scent was everywhere. Was Andrew that stupid? Was William walking right into what he'd spent nearly nine hundred years trying to avoid?
Not only had he walked into it, but it was far too late to undo it this time. For as he glanced about him, his eyes landed on her. Alys Henry. She was a ways down the forest from her; and normally he would have turned and tried to run before she saw him, but it was too late. Those eyes of hers - the ones he'd missed so desperately - were on him, and even from as far apart as they were, he could see the recognition and realization in her eyes.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself. For someone who was a strategist, who was always prepared with plans A-F, he was suddenly stricken and unable to move. It'd been so long since he'd laid eyes on her. And despite being a vastly different person than the human who'd fallen in love with her; he still did. He loved her. Every fiber of his being called out for her. But as she started towards him, the part of him that remembered why he'd stayed away kicked in. After taking one last glance at her, he turned on his heel and took off running, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't give chase.
