[oom] Coming Home

[hell_in_highheels]

It's still dark when she wakes, but dawn is already lightning the sky.  She dresses in long skirts, her favourite wool sweater, and her grey woollen shawl.  And her field boots.  The lakeside is rocky, and they're practical.

She makes her way down the stairs to the bar, not really surprised to see a others who are still awake from the previous evening's carousing.  She doesn't pause to socialise.  She makes her way out the back and down the path to the lakeside, her eyes on the tree line.  She walks the shore, rubbing her arms against the chill, putting more and more distance between herself and the bar.

This time it is she who is searching for him in the mist.

He told her not to come after him when the moon was up.  But it had set hours ago.  The sun was almost over the ridge. 

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He can hold his form into the sunlight, if he's awake to do so. He wasn't, this morning, instead curled up in his den with Damocles keeping their heat under the blanket.

The sun's up quite a ways when he steps out of the forest, arrowing for the Caribbean inlet. There's still blood in patches over his skin, places where he and Damocles missed cleaning last night. The clothes he's in are clean, though, if wrinkled. His shirt's on inside out and his jacket's hanging over one arm. The wind picks up, bringing her scent to him, and his head snaps up as he thrusts his nose into the breeze.

River! Damocles and he exclaim at once. The Doberman trots in her direction, Ryan not far behind. Both their mouths hang open in identical canine grins.