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“You caught me.” Anton would openly acknowledge he was an asshole in general (although that was a rather mild term, in his opinion) but more often than not, he was being one on purpose. This time, the edge of irony in his tone had just…inadvertently slipped through, partly because he was distracted and partly because he hadn’t planned on having any company and wasn’t all too pleased with this turn of events. He winced, straightening himself, using the tree he’d been leaning against to stand up, which he’d already been in the process of doing when she’d heard him. “I was already here. You sneaked up on me.” well, in a manner of speaking. He could see her coming, after all.
Picking a cigarette out of his pocket, Anton lit it, keeping his mouth shut for a few seconds. He looked up as he breathed out the smoke, searching the sky for any break in the clouds, but the night was heavy, electrified, and that sensation was what had kept him up that night. Not that he slept much better any other time, but oncoming storms hadn’t been on his admittedly long list of things that kept him up until quite recently.
He had been worried what would happen if the sky broke and hadn’t wanted to be anywhere near people when it happened. And as usual, the universe didn’t give a flying fuck about what he wanted. “Do you want a smoke?” he finally remembered to ask, after a second drag of his cigarette.
She snorts lightly and rolls her head in lieu of her eyes. “Funny that a woman without sight could sneak up on a perfectly capable man.” Her tone dripped with attitude. She did not want to have to deal with other people. Her bones buzzed with restlessness and she had hoped for silence to still them. Her hand dragged through her hair, pushing it from her face and shoulders. She hadn’t had many a conversation with the builder, they were near opposites and she had no need to speak to the man.
A soft clearing of her throat could be heard between them as he started to smoke. She was never fond of the smell, nor the way it seemed to burn all the way down to her core. She shifted in her seat as she faced the other, grip on her guide somewhat tight. Humans made her nervous. Not nervous, just not comfortable. Especially with the crackle in the air. Especially after the events of the last storm.
“No,” she said simply, running another hand through her hair. “Do you occasionally lurk in the woods, builder? Or is today a special day?”













