firing across the sky [OPEN]

a s h e Kalt. Of course it was Kalt. Ashe scowled at his back as he climbed, and the smell of a cigar hit her nose as she leaned back against the beam behind her once more. Her eyes tracked him as he followed a similar path she had, and she let out a heavy huff of air, finally flicking her eyes back to the rain-battered window as he lifted himself to the other side of where she sat. She pretended to ignore him as he settled comfortably against the wall, cigar smoke catching the flash of lightning as it cracked across the sky. His voice followed the rumble of thunder, and the assassin turned her head back to look at him. For a moment, it was painful how familiar this was - a ghost of a memory. It felt like lifetimes ago, times like this. She recovered her brief lapse then, quirking a brow at Silver Wing as she held his gaze steadily. Fine. If he insisted on thwarting her isolation, he wasn’t going to have to deal with what he got. Nothing she felt was okay, or right, or good company. She was a plague, one that had very nearly killed him in betrayal. Without looking away, Ashe lurched forward, smoothly putting Reckoning behind her as she swung both her legs down on either side of the rafter, bracing her hand on the wood. WIth the other, she lifted the bottle to her lips in answer to his question, taking two long pulls before she lowered it again. Without breaking his gaze, she leaned forward and thunked the bottle down between her knees. Maybe it was the wine, but Ashe held his gaze, eyes fracturing for the briefest of moments. She swallowed hard at the way her chest tightened, and she made herself lean back against the wooden beam.. but she didn’t look away as lightning preceded a crack of thunder, magic sparking across her chest. Had to be the booze. ”Didn’t know cigars were your thing,” Ashe commented, her legs swinging on either side of the rafter. She reached forward and grabbed the bottle again - when did it get so light? - and tipped it back. As she lowered it down, she wiped her thumb over her lower lip to smear away the red wine left behind. This time, she reached forward and set the bottle down between them, remaining upright now as she narrowed her eyes at him. She thought to ask him why the fuck he was there, why he insisted on tailing the woman that had betrayed him. Why, if he wasn’t going to kill her, did he think dealing with her was worth any kind of thought or time? Thought about asking him where his daughter was. Who her mother was. She thought about kicking him off the rafter. ”Where were you right before we all woke up in this place?” came her question, quite abruptly. ”How’d you even find me?”