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Who: Elena and Matt
Where: Sunde
When: Evening
Summary: Matt comes to talk to Elena about books and suspects. Maybe in that order.
Rating: PG-13?
Elena shook out her hair, running fingers through it, shedding a few twigs and leaves that had entangled themselves in it when she had gone through the forest. The day had been long, tiring, but satisfying all the same. A book, she had the book, and neither Yuber nor that blue twerp would have it. No one would know where it was, only her, and there was a sick satisfaction to having a bit of power in it. Not over Yuber, no; she wouldn’t march down that road with him, not ever.
Just… not useless for once. She got to save him, and it made her heart warm.
Smiling widely, she went to pour herself a drink and collapse into a chair. Bourbon swished invitingly, though it made her miss Reno, Rude, that camaraderie after missions when the blood was still pounding and expanding the pride. She downed the drink in a blink of an eye, feeling the way it ignited her, and set to pour herself another one. It was a celebration for one, a victory, even if she would be the only one happy.
Well, her and Yuber, she hoped. Mister Shu would kill her, but he wasn’t here, was he now?
Grinning, her finger trailed around the glass. Now that that was out of the way, she could get focused on the killer again. All the clues were still laid out, begging for her attention, and though there was a common thread, she just couldn’t find it. Frustrating. Maybe she should meet with Ada, work something out.
Where: Sunde
When: Evening
Summary: Matt comes to talk to Elena about books and suspects. Maybe in that order.
Rating: PG-13?
Elena shook out her hair, running fingers through it, shedding a few twigs and leaves that had entangled themselves in it when she had gone through the forest. The day had been long, tiring, but satisfying all the same. A book, she had the book, and neither Yuber nor that blue twerp would have it. No one would know where it was, only her, and there was a sick satisfaction to having a bit of power in it. Not over Yuber, no; she wouldn’t march down that road with him, not ever.
Just… not useless for once. She got to save him, and it made her heart warm.
Smiling widely, she went to pour herself a drink and collapse into a chair. Bourbon swished invitingly, though it made her miss Reno, Rude, that camaraderie after missions when the blood was still pounding and expanding the pride. She downed the drink in a blink of an eye, feeling the way it ignited her, and set to pour herself another one. It was a celebration for one, a victory, even if she would be the only one happy.
Well, her and Yuber, she hoped. Mister Shu would kill her, but he wasn’t here, was he now?
Grinning, her finger trailed around the glass. Now that that was out of the way, she could get focused on the killer again. All the clues were still laid out, begging for her attention, and though there was a common thread, she just couldn’t find it. Frustrating. Maybe she should meet with Ada, work something out.