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[oldromansaint]

Perhaps it's just inviting trouble, standing outside in the dark of Milliways.

Santino very well could be the trouble. The cold never bothered him overly, nor the heat, so he needn't fear a nightly stroll.

After all, everyone needs time to think.

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[fortunes_phase]

She's almost ghostly.

Almost.

Moon seems to appear in the moonlight some ways near the edge of the forest. The moon is in its cresent phase, which leaves our mad little tarot card in a playful, amused mood. She's dressed mostly in white, but her skirt has gauzy strips of crimson and purple incorporated. Her bare feet are silent as she approaches him, smiling coyly as she does.

It's been a while since she's seen him.

[oldromansaint]

He's almost solid as rock by comparison, even as he shifts between light and shadow as he walks. He isn't terribly loud in his movements- too fluid, too preternatural, but there is some noise.

He doesn't look like he's noticed.

[fortunes_phase]

She smiles as she creeps behind him, matching him step for step.

Moon doesn't really expect to take him by surprise. Still, the stalking amuses her and so she continues to follow him.

[oldromansaint]

When he passes under the next shadow- shifting to near invisibility, all that black and brown under black, the footsteps stop.