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Finan was excited about this upcoming weekend. He’d finally been able to tempt his friend Madeleine to come with him for a hiking weekend if he threw in something adventurous. Since there was rafting and some other things very closeby ,he’d give her the choice.

It would be fun to get out there together, he usually worked alone and was sometimes gone for weeks at a time, he’d missed spending time with her. He walked up to her door and knocked, stepping back and waiting for her to answer.

" I hope you don ' t plan on going easy on me , " Ayaka mused , stepping onto the training grounds with a smirk . She locked eye contact with Thoma , hands still busy in tying her hair into an impossibly tight ponytail as to not falter her vision , even for a moment . She was trained in many martial arts but still knew Thoma is an opponent to be aware of . The way how he saved the traveller just as he was to have his vision stolen , how he had protected her and her brother on numerous occasions . . . Oh yes , this would be exciting indeed !

It didn’t take too long before the event got a serious tone when the police force, the new chief and the mayor and governor stepped on stage. He listened to the governor’s speech, and like many others in the crowd he got in awe with the great news and joined them in the round of applause. Once the speech was over, his glass was empty and the crowd started dispersing. During that movement, he placed his glass on a tray walking by, and then he spotted a familiar face. He opened a bright smile while making his way to her. “Hey, long time no see. How are you?”

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De todas as coisas que aconteceram na noite anterior, a pior delas (ou não), foi o encontro com Louis. Como Sebastian pode ser tão impulsivo e inconsequente daquele jeito? Parecia que havia voltado aos seus vinte anos, onde não existia hora nem lugar, apenas o desejo e amor dele por Louis. Não, ele não poderia deixar que aquilo acontecesse de novo, ele não poderia se deixar arrastar novamente, estava decido que não deixaria, que resolveria aquele mal entendido. Escreveu um bilhete para o outro dizendo:

Precisamos conversar. Hoje a noite, no jardim aos fundos do castelo. Te espero a meia noite.

Ass. Martínez

Foi sucinto em suas palavras, sabia que Louis já imaginaria a pauta daquela conversa. Em seguida, chamou por um dos serviçais do castelo, para que entregasse o bilhete apenas nas mãos do príncipe francês. Esperou o horário se aproximar e partiu em direção ao jardim. Estava nervoso, ansioso e principalmente apreensivo. Sabia que estava tomando a decisão certa, mas talvez fosse precipitado demais ver o outro tão rápido.

Luckily, they did as she hoped, better even. They were much happier than she ever saw them, playing the creek near the pasture that held their sheep and few cows once they were done with chores, or climbing the trees that were never this big behind the old Victorian they once resided in. Even the pets were more at ease, Cookie snoozing near the warm hearth, while Pumpkin hunted mice to his heart’s content, while Godric was content to watch the flocks with great intent.

Though their farm house were still in the vicinity of the village, it was much closer to the edge of the woods than the other houses, with that factory with its constantly billowing smokes stacks on the other side of the dense stretch of woods. That was were one of the Jacob lambs decided to wander one day, or rather, prance out of the young Damien’s reach when it was his turn to clean out their bedding, now making Ambrosine chase it down. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so frustrating. Actually, it was, until she watched the patched babe frolic daringly close to an entrance of the factory, wagging its nubby tail all the while. Now being this close, she definitely left that something was off about this place. She was told by the previous Taggart that the factory, along with the castle, was places not to dread near. That was if she wanted to keep her peace and quiet.

The air felt electric, and something underground gave off a feeling of..life? Like something was very much alive but not made of flesh and bone. The rumbling and creaking of many cranking mechanics, but she only sensed a single soul. Odd...no, not odd. Unsettling was more like it, it gave her chills down her spine. But now, she had to focus on this stare down she had with this lamb, patiently waiting for it to wander away from an entrance that led inside so that Ambrosine could grab her. Oh bless dear Tulip, don’t go inside...

Scott knew it was difficult to uproot your life and move to an entirely new city — he’d done it enough times, under the harsh gaze of the navy. So he found himself very pleased that Dani was too busy at Winterfest to bother checking her phone. It meant, in his mind, she was enjoying herself with friends, and that was all that mattered. They might have been enduring some growing pains, certainly, but that was all he chalked them up to being. It was hard to move, to settle into a new apartment, to try and make it a home while adjusting to new jobs. It wasn’t as if Dani had been having the easiest of times before she’d left Los Angeles, so he was simply happy to see her having a night for herself. 

It didn’t feel quite right to give up and leave after a few hours spent looking about for her — it wasn’t as if he was having a bad time himself. He’d chatted with a few locals, with the partners of his midshipmen and their families, feeling that familiar itch to get on with his life and have a family of his own. Scott was at least able to accomplish some holiday shopping he’d been neglecting, and so with a few paper bags in hand, he walked through the thinning crowd in one last attempt to find Dani before he truly called it a night and waited for her back at their apartment. And at least this time, luck was on his side. “Hey stranger,” He greeted as he stepped up beside the familiar figure, pretending to appreciate the stall of hand-crafted goods she’d been ogling. “Where’s your phone?”

The plan was to spend the night at Emily’s, but because her mother texted her and wanted her home, Aria literally had nothing to do now - so she figured making a stop to bring Toby his notebook wouldn’t take too long, besides, she wasn’t sure if he needed it for any of his classes.