honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
He and Isla receive the message at the same time, a little radio sense going off as his head lifts and he looks to Isla to make sure she’d heard it too. It still takes him some getting used to, the idea that someone can just ESPN broadcast into his head, but regardless, it has to be important at the end of the day. So he gathers his things, makes sure he’s dressed appropriately for Longheat’s temperatures even if his body does well to keep everything cool – the metal arm soaks in a surprising amount of heat – before he laces his fingers with Isla and they head toward the Town Hall.
They’re the last ones there, though, arriving just shortly after Bastien does – the assassin offering the artist a dip of his chin in greeting before his hand squeezes Isla’s and his attention focuses on Wessex, wondering what had happened. “What happened?” He asks, because Bastien has the ‘what’s wrong’ covered and if it’s as important as it suddenly feels, he doesn’t want to prolong it out any longer than it needs to be.
They’re the last ones there, though, arriving just shortly after Bastien does – the assassin offering the artist a dip of his chin in greeting before his hand squeezes Isla’s and his attention focuses on Wessex, wondering what had happened. “What happened?” He asks, because Bastien has the ‘what’s wrong’ covered and if it’s as important as it suddenly feels, he doesn’t want to prolong it out any longer than it needs to be.
VARUS
