I'm going to hell so I might as well make it worth my while... [Locked]

[taibhsearachd]

It's a warm, clear night. The Chicago summer seems to have slid into improbably perfect weather, which after a series of nasty storms is only fair. It's a little past midnight now, and there's a young woman wandering down the street with her hands jammed in her pockets, head down and long brown hair in her face. For once, she's not wearing a dress

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[nothingsodivine]

Des used to have a very natural sense of foreboding that was a borderline sixth sense. It's been dilluted a lot since he came through the Rift as if it was attached to whatever made him a little more than human, but sometimes things hit him and he has to wander, search, prowl, and hunt for something that he's not sure is there.

Investigative instincts, they just don't die.

It's really by chance that he finds Kara- he certainly wasn't looking for her. Honestly, it's late enough that he would have been surprised to find anyone.

"Nice night for a walk. That's pretty, by the way, whatever that was you were singing" he muses casually, falling into step beside her. No need to announce his presence- she probably knew he was there. There's a certain degree of tension in his muscles and he can't even remotely explain why, but whatever. It's a nice night and there is a Kara. There's nothing to worry about.

There is everything to worry about.

[taibhsearachd]

Kara knew he was there. She knew he was coming. She shifts a little closer, so that her shoulder brushes against his, hunches her shoulders a little so she's burrowed into her jacket more than is strictly necessary for the warm night.

"Shouldn't you be home?" she asks lightly. "It's late. Martha might worry."

She knows this is exactly where he should be. Looking at it a certain way, at least, just because the alternatives to the both of them being here now are worse. Not that she likes the outcome this way either...

[nothingsodivine]

"Martha'll be fine." He starts to ask if there's someone who might be worried about her, but realizes Kara is much like a cat, as far as he's concerned- she doesn't truly belong to anyone. She just adopts people and they probably expect her to wander off and then come back to them eventually. That stays his mouth and he rolls his shoulders a bit. "There's something wrong, isn't there?"

If he's feeling that weirdly metallic twang in the air that signifies an oncoming storm, then who knows what she's feeling at this point.

[taibhsearachd]

Kara tilts her head to one side, eying Des with one of those "you're kind of stupid, aren't you?" looks of hers. She doesn't really mean it, though. He knows. He's smart like that.

"It's Chicago," she says softly. "Something's always wrong." Which... isn't an answer at all, and he probably knows that.