“My little inferno,” gasped from her lips as the dark witch found the place Laila was now resting. The two were hardly the hugging type, but she almost couldn’t help wanting to wrap her arms around the phoenix’s neck with pure delight for her safety. Given their line of work, Helena had grown up with a firm understanding that she might lose many of the members that helped in the rise of the Ouroboros. However, years of working around and being next to Laila was not something she was ready to let go of. How many rebirth’s had Laila actually endured was a mystery to the young witch, so the thought of this being her last was a painful realization. Instead of a hug, a warm smile was given and she batted away the idea of crying. “You don’t look too beat up,” she stated as she gave Laila a once over and became satisfied with her findings, “Need me to help speed any healing up?” A healthy sized furrowed brow hung on her friends expression and knew it came from her brother’s current condition.

It was late of night, middle of the down to be more specific. 3:14 AM, Anastasia was napping. She had difficult to sleep, the reason of it of her frequent nightmares, which brings her memories she tries to erase from her mind. The problem is she can't, this is a curse. On her bed, she was snuggled with Lucifer, a furry cat, on her butt Apollo was snuggling at its owner, and on her feet, Obi-Wan Kenobi was biting his toy calmly.

Obi heard a noise coming from the door, and began to bark, waking up Anya from her nap, she was so exhausted and slightly mad at Obi, due to the fact that now she will have troubles to take another nap, dressed in her pyjamas of Justice League, she brushed her eyes, sleepy. Apollo was barking on the bed, waiting for its owner, while Lucifer was purring and licking herself.

Obi was scratching the door, barking louder, she opened the door, not really expecting anyone, at this time, at this hour! She wonders who it'd be. To her surprise, Laila. A mix of several emotions passed through her, being one of them... Irritation. Momentarily deciding if she should slam the door on her face or let her in... Anastasia chose to let her in.  ❛ What exactly are you doing here, at my place? ❜ She was holding her door as if they're going to having a short conversation. The tiredness was all written on her face, her hair a bit of a mess, and using the comfortable pajamas that were a bit big on her. Exactly on the point, the vampire likes. ❛ I've thought you said 'forever'.  ❜  She pulled the door wide open to let her in, groaning while headed at her own sofa, scooping Obi in her arm.  

aw this is just amazing, thank you.

Max: I know I haven't known you long, but...

Max: I really hope whatever this thing is didn't get to you.

After a long day at work, Anastasia was excited to participate in the 'happy hour' with Laila. It was good to find someone whose could share the same passion as her, or well, one of her many passions. Getting a social life was something she needed, to break the dull routine of her tyrant life.  Anya and Laila aren't exactly friends. We could say, she just endures her, but part of her wonder what she did wrong that Laila seems to hate her ?! Maybe she was being paranoid or perhaps there's an actual reason. Laila was the one to invite her to a chess game, right? Which is a good sign to start. Before step by her place, she bought a bouquet of flowers, yellow tulips. 

There is a small part of Anastasia, that was worried if this is a trap ?! What if the other is up for something? She waved off the thoughts, as she found some composure before rang the doorbell of her place.  ❛     Your doctor is here.       ❜   She tries to make some kind of joke.