A future so bright it burns (Slayer!verse)

[with_aprice]

(Directly following this.)

When Mary Margret left he took the book to the library, along with his tea, heavily spiked.  He took his time removing the paper, building up his courage.  He knew what he would find, but knowing and seeing were different.

Mark Leroy's cramped writing took up most of the pages, but there was a more delicate script as well

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[onceaheroine]

When she came home to a darkened house, Belle was a little concerned. Usually, Nick was religious about putting on the outside light when she was out past dusk. Old habits died hard.

The fact that there was only a light on in the library was a great relief. He'd gotten caught up with something. That made her smile; it meant he wasn't simply waiting for her to come home, her beloved lost soul. She headed first to the kitchen with the take-away curry and Indian beer she'd picked up as a treat for them, setting the beer in the fridge to finish chilling and the bag of food on the counter, before making her way in the library.

She dropped a kiss atop his head and bent lower to wrap her arms around his neck. "What're you reading?" The handwriting looked familiar; Watcher's diary of some sort?

[with_aprice]

"You're home?" Shit, he hadn't meant to have the journal out. He needed time to think and absorb. To weight the cons and pros and decide if it was even something he wanted to bring up to her. He wouldn't sacrifice the time they had for the hope of more if more was unrealistic.

There was no way to hide the journal now, but he slid it closed. "Just doing some research. How was your day out, love?"

[onceaheroine]

"Busy," Belle conceded. He seemed strangely nervous, like she'd caught him doing something he ought not do. Maybe she'd check the journal later. "I brought home curry, though. Thought it might be a nice treat. Oh, and I did a quick patrol, too, so I'm home for the night."

[with_aprice]

"That's good news. love. I like having you to myself in the evening. I'm just going to use the restroom and then I'll join you in the kitchen." He did use the toilet, but also stopped in the bedroom to slip the notebook in the drawer of his bedside table.