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Delcan had heard someone was looking for him. He had his connections, and those connections sometimes pushed wayward supernaturals to his doorstep. He made it a point to find them before they found him. He didn’t exactly like people digging into his life, finding his routes around the city.

He didn’t have any trouble locating the latest lost soul. He found himself next to him before he even announced himself. “I don’t know what you were told, but I’m not a charity.” He pushed his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, piercing icy blues looking the other up and down. As much as he said it wasn’t a charity, and he would never admit it basically was. He didn’t have the heart not to help someone like himself who needed it.

“i  didn’t  expect  it  to  smell  so  salty.”  the  sand  is  warm  against  her  feet,  as  the  girl  stands  and  looks  out  at  the  vast  ocean.  she’s  got  some  distance  from  it  now,  having  told  bodhi  this  would  have  to  be  done  in  baby  steps.  it  wasn’t  that  long  ago  that  she  had  been  convinced  that  enough  water  might  just  kill  her,  and  while  she  knew  (now)  that  was  a  lie,  she  still  wasn’t  used  to  it.  she  could  have  never  imagined  anything  like  this  in  her  time  at  ace.  

“it’s  kind  of  nice,  though.”  a  small  dress  covers  the  bathing  suit  she’d  spent  so  long  picking  out  a  few  days  before.  still,  some  scars  can  be  seen,  a  sight  that  she  knows  is  odd.  everything  about  her  is  odd.  

“what?”  the  words  come  out  aggressive.  she’s  tired  of  feeling  stupid,  and  tired  of  people  looking  at  her  like  she  is.  “what  did  i  do?”