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[thisstraydog]

WHO: Heine, Nill.
WHERE: Danny's house.
WHEN: In the very wee hours of the night after this post.
SUMMARY: No one revokes Heine's visitation rights gdi.
FORMAT: Quicklogs are the best logs amirite.

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[She had spent most of the day in her room. She hadn't gone to school that day, had hardly looked at Luke and Danny since they had spoken to Heine. She had put on her nightgown to make them think she was going to bed. She had also thought a lot about just sneaking out the door and going to the church, because she was almost positive that Heine would be there. But her fears had been eased a little when he'd said he would visit her. But only a little.

Nill had made sure she'd stay awake by sewing. Keeping her hands busy was the only way to make sure she didn't miss him. So when the scratch came at the window, she was there almost immediately, wings quivering but not flapping. She didn't want to make any undue noise. There was already a chair pushed in front of her door, just in case.

Pushing the window open, she reached out towards him, towards his face, making sure he was real, was there. His skin was scratchy, sticky, and she knew why.]

[thisstraydog]

Nill.

[ He exhales slowly, keeps very still as her hands graze his face. He wishes she hadn't done that. Nothing of Angelica's should ever touch Nill; he hates the red stains on Nill's fingertips. ]

You shouldn't have had to see that.

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[Nill shakes her head. She has seen him kill before. He was protecting her, and now he had been protecting himself. She knew what that woman had done to him; he had told them all that day in the church, right before she had left.

She leans out the window towards him, starting to climb out. She didn't think it was a good idea for him to go inside. It would be too easy for his words to be heard. At least outside, they could be safer.]

[thisstraydog]

[ Immediately, instinctively, to steady her, to lift her out himself. She weighed practically nothing, feather-light in his arms. He set her on the ground gently, as if she were made of china.

His hands left bloody smears on her nightgown, and he grimaced. He should have at least tried to find a place to wash off but he hadn't even though about it. Half the blood was crusted, dried onto his skin and clothes, and the other half was still thick and tacky, sticking to things. He exhaled slowly. ]

Nill, I'm sorry.