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The moonlight spills through the halls as Edgar makes his way to the courtyard in search of a friend, upon finding the infirmary empty he heads for her favorite bench in the courtyard. As he exits the building, he hears a soft violin playing, the notes being lost to the moonlight. He silently approaches, and stops a few feet away from the figure, watching her fingers dance across the violin. The figure makes no indication of feeling his presence and continues to play the piece, the melody haunting and beautiful. Edgar finds himself captivated as he listens, a deep emotion that he doesn’t understand running through his veins. As the last notes fade into the night the figure turns her head his way, acknowledging his presence. 

“Caught me again I see” He muses, stepping closer to the figure as she places the violin away, completely ignoring his existence. Edgar lets out a rueful chuckle at her lack of response and he sits next to her on the bench, studying her profile. This is the one person other than his Uncle that he can’t sneak up on, no matter how hard he tries, it is a fun game, one that he has lost so far. 

The woman before him was slightly smaller than he is, still underweight from her time in the tower. Her seafoam green eyes stay focused ahead, still ignoring him as he studies her. Her hair is a little more even now that it has been cut to her shoulders, the teal and purple tips seem to glow in the moonlight. The wind blows her hair off her neck revealing the scars of her past, the ones that made her who she is. 

“Aren’t you curious how I found you out here?” Edgar prompts, trying to get her to strike up a conversation, but she ignores him, staring out at the garden, her body tense, waiting to see what he wants. 

“Echo” Edgar tries to get her attention again and succeeds for the briefest of moments as she meets his eyes before flicking her gaze away. Edgar notices the slight tremble of her hands in her lap, and her flightiness only meaning one thing. 

“Another nightmare?” He asks quietly, choosing to divert his gaze in hopes that she would talk to him. He hears the soft hum in his mind. 

Yes. It is better for me to not sleep. 

Her voice rings in his head and he sighs softly, shaking his head. He understands where she comes from, the guilt from her past eats away at her just as his does. No matter how much he washes his hands, the memories are still there, the victims by his hand. The same pain is reflected in the women's eyes next to him.  Edgar knows that he is the only one who can break the walls of the woman, promising the King and her twin that he would reach her heart.

“Everyone needs sleep Echo, you can’t hold it off forever.” He calmly tells her, watching her face for her reaction. 

What else am I supposed to do? Whenever I close my eyes they are there, haunting me. 

Edgar looks down at his gloved hands, remembering all the times that he would wash his hands trying to get rid of the blood. Remembering every time he had a nightmare and would wake up to scrub his hands till they were bleeding, trying to get the blood off of them. 

“When you wake up what do you want to do?” Edgar asks slowly, trying to pinpoint her guilty action, maybe he can help ease the guilt, the gloves did help him after all a little. 

My scars, no matter how much I cover them, they still burn, they need to be cleansed.  How do you sleep? How do you stop them from haunting you? 

Exhaustion tugs at the words in his mind as she continues to talk to him. Even though he longed to hear her voice out loud, at least she still spoke to him, even if it was telepathically.  He thinks for a moment, the question catching him off guard. How does he cope with the guilt and the nightmares? A thought tugs on his mind and he stands up, offering his hand to the women. 

“Come, let me show you. They still should be up” Edgar gently holds Echo’s hand as he leads her down the path to the river behind Headquarters, carefully guiding her as neither made a noise in the night. Edgar looks over with a smile as he sits down on the river bank, tugging her down with him. Echo doesn’t let herself get tugged down and resists his pulling with  glare. Edgar quickly drops his hand and pats the grass next to him. 

“Sit next to me Echo and I will show you the best way to relax” Edgar looks up at her and she cautiously sits down, clearly uncomfortable.  Edgar makes a call and after a few moments 3 ducks appear from the bushes, Edgar chuckles to himself as he notices Echo’s eye grow wide and immediately soften.

“Echo, meet the Creek's. They are my family of ducks and they are amazing when you have nightmares.” Edgar watches as Echo reaches out to the ducks with a childlike wonder. 

Her eyes hold a sparkle to them that he only sees her have with animals and he chuckles as Creek Jr. hops into her hand and starts trying to groom her sleeve. She gently reaches out with her finger and grooms his wing, causing him to lean into her touch affectionately. The hum of their connection closes off and Edgar pets Mr. Creek as he watches Echo start to relax, soon a hum leaves her throat. 

The hum of their connection opening fills Edgars brain and he tilts his head looking at her and waiting for her to speak, but the words never come. Looking down, Edgar sees why. She is lost in her own thoughts, Creek Jr is on her lap while her fingers are digging into the healed burn, her brand of her past. Emotions flicker in her eyes, but neither of the ex-assassins know quite what to make of these emotions. 

Edgar carefully places his hand behind him, lacing his fingers through hers carefully and slowly, giving her time to pull away, but to his surprise she only flinched and tensed. Pressing his shoulder against hers the two figures stay by the river in the moonlight surrounded by the little duck family, embracing the silence and pulling strength from their past scars.  

“I promise we will find a way to atone our sins, we will heal our scars and together we will find a new destiny.” Edgar promises the women and she raises her eyes, uncertainty and pain swirling within their depths. 

What do you mean together? You have nothing on the amount of people I’ve killed, you are still so innocent. There is no atonement for me, only death and destruction. 

Edgar pauses at her words, the usually cold and rage tone is filling them, and he looks down at her. He knows what she is doing, her mask is going back in place, she can’t process the emotions and so she is shutting them down. 

“Don’t hide, you are shutting down the emotions in your heart, that is why the nightmares are so consistent. If you work through the emotions, the nightmares will come less and you will feel better.” Edgar advises her and she looks up at him, a snarl forming on her lips, but the pain was still there in her eyes.

Edgar watches as the pain and exhaustion in her eyes seems to take over the rage in her body and tears start to run down her cheeks. Carefully so he doesn’t startle her, Edgar pulls her into his arms and wipes the tears, the Creeks adjusting themselves around the pair, offering comfort.  She reaches up to see why he was touching her face and looks bewildered at the tears, looking up shocked at him. 

Why? 

“Relax, its natural and good for you to cry. Come here, I won’t let anyone else see you cry” Edgar pulls her into his lap and buries her face into his chest, feeling the sobs rack her frame. Edgar keeps his emotions at bay, watching her fall apart. How much more did she go through that she didn’t tell us? How long has she been suffering alone? 

Edgar waits until her sobs have stopped before pulling her back a little to see her just watching him. He carefully hands her his handkerchief to wipe her face and stands up. 

“I promise Echo, if you ever need to process emotion tell me, I’ll help you and never leave your side. You’ll always have me” Edgar promised as he leads the exhausted woman back towards the infirmary to rest. Kyle will have a fit in the morning if he finds out about the little meetup. 

Day 1: Popsicle Licking -

Orange Creamsicles - Luka x Alice 

Day 2: Applying Sunscreen 

Garden Escapades - Jonah x Olivia Atlas( OC) 

Day 3: Bonded by a Bikini top 

Paperwork or Beach Day - Sirius x Jazlynn Armstrong (OC)

Day 4: Petting in the pool 

A King’s Jealousy - Lancelot x Karliah Siciliano (OC)

Day 5: Strip Poker

A Royal Flush - Ray x Alice x Fenrir 

Day 6: Nighttime Skinny dipping 

Ethereal Moonlight - Loki x Alice 

A Jack’s Dare - Edgar x Alice

Day 7: Sex under the sundress 

Sunflowers and Pearls - Edgar x Alice 

Mine - Ray x Alice 

Day 8: Blowjobs on the beach 

Paperwork or Beach Day - Sirius x Jazlynn Armstrong (OC)

Day 10: Ice cube cool down 

Doctor’s Orders - Kyle x Alice 

The Icy Jacks  - Luka x Alice x Edgar

Day 11: 2 wet bodies, 1 towel

A Jack’s Dare - Edgar x Alice 

Day 12: Stranded on a boat

Out of Gas - Ray x Alicia Carr (OC)

Day 13: handjob in a car carriage

A carriage Reunion - Sirius x Kai Carr (OC) 

Day 14: 

No Strings Attached - Seth x Alice 

Day 15: Free Prompt 

A Break for Sherbet - Ray x Alice