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Kate frowned at the request from the anon. "I'm not the overseer's keeper," she stated, arms crossing in front of her. "He got an invite, like the rest of us. If he wants to use the downtime to relax, then that's his business."

Her hand itched to take off the blindfold, but what fun would that be? She felt those cool touches, and she couldn't hold back that shiver at all. Teeth bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making any potential noises.

Were this outside of the fog, the blood would have been odd, off putting. Here, it was a constant, but the earthy scent of sandalwood was certainly a treat. Kate would have leaned toward the scent, but the sensation of those fingers along her spine, around her neck had her halting her movements. When the touches stopped she had to straighten again.

Replies today. Art Stream tomorrow!

I get carried away with gremlin Kate doodles and replies o3o;; and suddenly it is nearly 1 am and I have work tomorrow. XD;;

I'll get to more after I start on this commission.

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☮ = waking them up after a nightmare 

It was an all too familiar night at the Wright Anything Agency, with Apollo working late into the night, checking and double checking over the case files and evidence while his junior partner had decided to get some much needed rest on the nearby sofa. Of course she insisted he get some sleep as well, but Apollo was stubborn, refusing to sleep until he was satisfied. Silently he worked, with only the ticking of the clock and the occasional passing car daring to make a sound.

He popped his head up only once, when an unfamiliar noise caught his attention, which he soon identified as Athena, who seemed to be talking in her sleep. He dismissed this notion and went back to work, though, in what seemed like a split second, the barely audible speech had transitioned into full blown yelling that was loud enough to startle Apollo right out of his chair and onto the floor.

The shouting continued as Justice had gotten to his feet, and by the time he reached the couch, the ginger haired teen was flailing about like a  freshly caught tuna. 

“Athena! Wake up!” he tried to say while attempting to subdue her, only to get a foot planted firmly to his face. 

“No! N-No please! You have to listen to me! He didn’t do it! Simon didn’t do it! He’s innocent! His heart is literally screaming it out! Please!”

This small window into the cause of her distress coaxed a thin brow to arch. This nightmare… was it about Blackquill’s conviction? The man was no longer a convict, but nothing could give back the time he had spent locked up, something Athena most likely still blamed herself for.

Apollo quickly shook his head, snapping himself away from his thoughts and back to the situation at hand. He still had to quell his junior partner down before she woke up Trucy and Mr. Wright.

“Athena, you need to wake up, now! You can’t let this consume you, it was out of your control and you tried your best, that’s all that matters!” he said, the volume of his own voice rising over her screams. A moment later, he was finally able to grab one of the girl’s wrists, making sure his grip wasn’t too tight. 

“You’re fine, Athena! You’re gonna be fine!” He repeated his mantra over and over until finally, it was over. Her struggling had stopped and he had let go of her wrist, and before he knew it, Athena was sitting up, rubbing her eyes and groaning wearily. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as they curled into a tired smile.