#splintercd

“Have you been cooking for him, Gabriel? I can tell, he has not been left alone so much to fend for himself. It still amazes me he can hardly boil rice.”

❛ i’m here for the guns. ❜ the words come fast and harsh, directly following the thump of her feet hitting the floor after dropping from above. it was quick work not to be tailed to the arms dealer’s rendezvous point, underneath a dripping concrete bridge shadowed by the sinking sun. a black duffel bag drops unceremoniously to the ground next to her. 

@splintercd

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Damon.” Though, he didn’t exactly know why he’d been pushed to meet him specifically aside from the base fact he was some form of immortal, or what the occasion of their meeting was beside Gabriel’s suggestion. It was nice, always, to meet people of the same curious fate. He didn’t mind, really, the suddenness or the confusion, but it did draw some curiosities to this man. 

A vexed looked upwards to the exposed moon, unhindered by any drifting clouds in that evening sky. For arguably being a creature of the night himself (or at least having most of his business taking place then), he had such a distaste for being out and about. 

Perhaps this too could be traced back to his dislike of the things that roamed when the sun set. He was set to meet someone, speaking of business, and found himself stood there near a streetlamp that wasn’t doing the best of jobs in illuminating the walkway around it. 

“Asher!” calling out for her helhound that had decided to bolt without a whole lot of forewarning, internally she was ridiculously happy that it had happened now and not with another around. She would have thought that by now that the pup wouldn’t do stuff like this anymore… but then again maybe that’s what she got for spoiling the damn thing to begin with. With the hound glamoured to look as if it were a large german shepherd rather than a creature of hell, the lovable animal ran around the stranger it came up to with excited barks, bounding and jumping about before settling into a sitting position, mouth open with a large puppy smile.

It was easy enough to help through email, but the timing was perfect for Aubrey to take a trip. He only been to California once, and he didn’t have a chance to stay very long. Aubrey also remembered everyone who had helped him through his thesis work. This would be a great way to pay that forward. 

Aubrey suggested they meet in a neutral place the first time. Just a nice coffee shop in a close location to both of them. In typical Aubrey fashion he had gotten there too early. So he had already had found them a table, and gotten himself a drink.

Kharon looks up and blinks for a moment, bright golden eyes settling on the other. There is something striking, something that catches the Ferrymen off guard. Yet for the life of him, Kharon has no idea what it is, as if his brain simply stopped working properly. Maybe, there was nothing there at all, and this was some strange side-effect of reforming his human skin from the river.

      ”Uh.... coffee?” Is all he could mange to get out, as he was slightly hunched over. Having already poured himself a cup, the pot still withing his hands, steaming.