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What are you doing here? 

What did Laurence think he was doing here? He was hardly a wandering salesman and even if he was he’d hardly come out to the middle of fucking nowhere to a tiny trailer to sell his wares.  

“I’m here for you,” he answers after an awkward silence. Ephrem has never struggled with words— as an incubus he is silver-tongued, always ready to charm and seduce. Yet now he is struggling. 

Kuai Liang did not know what he expected when he arrived at the location. The news told to him seemed surreal: the figure reported all too familiar and yet unfamiliar.

His battle axe held tight in his right hand, the current Lin Kuei Grandmaster takes a step forward, ignoring everything else around him. Pale blue eyes turned from the bodies that littered the ground to the figure that stood no more than thirty feet away. “Bi-Han..? What happened to you..?”

Fall is the best time of year wherever in the world they find themselves, Joe thinks. He hates winter in the northern hemisphere - snow is a disappointment at best, and a cold, wet health hazard at worst - and summer is either cold and rainy or hot and sticky. 

Spring isn’t so bad, he supposes, but autumn is far better in terms of colour and inspiration.

He and Nicolò had split up for the morning - there was to be some meeting or other, some decision or collection of information that seemed to be very important to their upcoming job ( Joe had switched off halfway through yesterday’s discussion in favour of doodling on a piece of scrap paper, his mind still too fixed on their last job ( which hadn’t ended all that long ago ) to focus on the new one.

Sitting under a tree in one of the local parks as he waited for Nico to return from his meeting was peaceful, at least. He’d been sketching for a while, the last couple of pages of his sketchbook filled with the shapes of trees and the details of leaves, people and animals in various states of movement as they passed by. It’s easy enough to get lost in the details, to tell himself that he’s so hyper-focused on drawing because he wanted to get the details right - but it feels like his blood was fizzing in his veins too close to the surface of his skin.

“You seem weary,” his voice is low, a softness beneath the usual cold inflictions. A hand reaches out, resting itself on the shoulder of the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster. “What troubles you?” In front of others they must not show weakness— they lead their clans and their strength reflects the clan as a whole.

“lilith,” eve said, her voice murmured. she didn’t hold animosity in her tone. “how long have you been on earth?”

“...so...” Salem had happened to LEAVE THEM ALONE together for a little while, probably to just let them get to know each other better without him having to be present. Honestly, they seemed to be getting along FINE so far; of course, that didn’t mean she still wasn’t just A BIT NERVOUS.

With a takeout bag slung over her arm and a bottle of wine in hand, she knocked a few times, listening to the scuffling inside until the door swung open. “Hi. Hello, can I interest you in some food and alcohol and the pleasure of my company?”