A camping trip
John hadn't been making a large issue over the fact that he was heading out camping over the weekend; he hadn't hidden it like a secret. He hadn't done any of these things because he wasn't stupid, and he was extremely good at keeping secrets.
Anyone who knew him-- unless they knew him particularly well-- would never have known anything out of the ordinary was going on, and when he stopped to talk to people on his way out into the woods there was nothing nervous or anticipatory in his manner.
He was carrying a large backpack that contained a small tent, a few pieces of cookware, a sleeping bag, and enough food to sustain him for a week even if the new fishing rod (disassembled like a sniper's rifle and in its own glossy black kit) failed to net anything out of the lake.
If the tent was large enough for two people, if there was just enough food for one wizard, one mortal, one weekend...
That really wasn't anyone's business at all. He hiked out to the woods, to a clearing just out of sight of the park and lake, and waited.
[Warning: May contained implied m/m at an R rating]
Anyone who knew him-- unless they knew him particularly well-- would never have known anything out of the ordinary was going on, and when he stopped to talk to people on his way out into the woods there was nothing nervous or anticipatory in his manner.
He was carrying a large backpack that contained a small tent, a few pieces of cookware, a sleeping bag, and enough food to sustain him for a week even if the new fishing rod (disassembled like a sniper's rifle and in its own glossy black kit) failed to net anything out of the lake.
If the tent was large enough for two people, if there was just enough food for one wizard, one mortal, one weekend...
That really wasn't anyone's business at all. He hiked out to the woods, to a clearing just out of sight of the park and lake, and waited.
[Warning: May contained implied m/m at an R rating]