#burningfrustrations

“Do you need any help?” She figured she might as well ask.

Merlin took a venture to Maya’s home, firstly. That was the last place he knew to reach her. Hopefully he wouldn’t be accidentally shot through the garage door of her rented home. He made a soft bullet baffle barrier ward to cover his front just in case as he knocked on the door.

He makes a trip to a bar he remembers once visiting last he was here, the Darkside Bar, and enters - steps anything but hesitant. He tries to remember exactly what brought him here, and so he sits at the bar. 

[He hadn’t seen her around for a little while. So when he saw her down the street from the coffee shop he was in line for (standing carefully back on his X taped spot on the sidewalk) he waved.]

or...I don’t know. Something like that in the, like, tone of it. I’m not clever enough to think up something original or witty--or well, I guess I am not musically inclined enough to do so.

But for whatever reason, Lys couldn’t shake their tail. Maybe this was just a more determined hunter than the usual ones. It was likely that neither of them would want to make a scene in a very public area, so Lys was safe-ish in the crowd. But they still needed to get away, and were clearly looking for a place to bail into. Choosing an alleyway at random, Lys dashes. Hopefully they could lose the hunter, and anyone else following them.

Lys - For them, time is a big thing. Due to their circumstances Lys tends to live moment-to-moment, so having someone who’s willing to let them slow down and just exist as themselves is truly a treasured thing. Just spending time with them means so much to Lys.

Hot like a pepper. Burning the back of the throat. You need to pace yourself with this one but oh does the heat keep making you want to come back for more. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment.