#bryghter

                 && I plotted a thread

                                          ❝ Let her in - ❞  she had been watching, a tad amused actually. The whole coven was monitored heavily by cameras hanging on every corner throughout the grand mansion, and while - apart from the training area - the mansion seemed to visibly lack any other technology, she had a proper laptop on her desk in her private chambers, for one was nothing without such machinery nowadays. Not to mention, it brought enough entertainment during strangely rare quiet nights like these - or what it was supposed to be.

          “ ⸻  okay,  in my defense,  they  STARTED IT. ”  it’s  true enough.  sure,  he’d sought them out,  but they  had  fired the first shots.  who knew being a truly  awful  human being came with a heaping helping of  PARANOIA  ? ?  “ and they were scumbags,  if that helps any  ? ? ” 

          please don’t call the cops  . . .  things get messy when people call the cops.  the us government doesn’t exactly like  bailing out  its hired guns.  particularly not lincoln’s  PARTICULAR  breed of hired gun. 

          “ maybe you should just pretend you didn’t  see this. ”   

      “It should be put on record that I have never made pancakes from a box mix or otherwise before. So... there’s a reason for my failure.”

          “I really don’t think that’s the best way to go about it,”           she knew it wasn’t what the other wanted to hear, but            it was her honest opinion. “I am sure we can find some           other way to get your memories back--we just need a            little time and patience.”

Out of sight he watched as a pack of drowners darted through the trees screeching, wobbling, and blinding fast, their bruise-blue feet kicking up mud and water. They never acted like this, though. They were scavengers who frenzied over the scraps of dead bodies. That is, until the moment they laid their wide eyes on a sole traveler, and out there, her blonde hair was too clean, too bright, against the damp bark. It was her they wanted.

She was human. She had a sword, could turn around and hunt him down. But what if she wouldn’t? There was no time to think about it. Drawing his bow, an arrow cut through the air and it plunged deep into a drowner's neck, slapping it into a puddle where it squealed, writhed, then died. The others spun around looking for the source. Valathaan eyed her far in the distance. 

Get out of there.