â°â â± â There was no longer any traces of them leftâ their particular scents no longer lingered. The cheap stench of smoke from Pall Mall his pal kept smoking, the pleasant, not-heavily-applied perfume the woman wore, and the faint antiseptic, as well as other chemicals, laced with a flowery scent from Nina were scents that were burned deep in his memory. And now those scents disappeared, just like them.Â
     Just like that, they had up and disappeared. Without saying a single word. Almost as if they were hallucinations that came to a sudden halt. Had they met their end? Nah, couldnât be. They probably found a way back to Ergastulum. Had to be it, just had to be. The phlegmatic Tagged couldnât care less about where heâd end up or when he kicked the bucket, but that was something he didnât want those he considered close to happenâ for them to fall by someoneâs hand.Â
          To put his mind at ease, he figured it was better not to dwell on the matter and believe, truly believeâ and hopeâ for once in his life that they were fine back at Ergastulum. No more incessant worrying.Â
     However, hope was just something that didnât existâ at least not for him. Never was in his favor and probably never will be. Though, just this once, he would try to cling on to what little hope he managed to muster. They were fine, probably even waiting for him to return. If they managed to find a way back, he will probably stumble upon it sooner or later. Yeah, heâll see them eventuallyâ soon, preferably.
          Turning on his heel, boots dug into the dirt as his muscular build tensedâ- a familiar scent made itâs way to his nose. âNinââŠâ Dead fish eyes shifted, calloused hands twitched as he shook his head. âNo..â It was all in his head. Sheâ they were no longer here. He knew that for a fact. No, rather, he convinced himself it was that. Most likely it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Just some hallucinations. It happened when he didnât take his usual dose of Celebrer. Itâs been a while..
     As soon as he began to take a step, and another, and another, small, slender arms found themselves wrapped around his waistâ his eyes flew open, surprised. Man, was he losing it? The hallucinations werenât this badâ they never felt this real. It was almost as if she was here, hugging him⊠Thatâs when he noticed something. His breathing wasnât ragged, his vision was blearyâ sure signs of hallucination from lack of Celebrer. Then that meant..!Â
          Large hands touched the small arms with such delicacy, almost as if he was handling the most fragile thing in the world with the utmost care. He then would turn, his sight was filled with a mass of brownâ only to disappear seconds later, replaced by a very familiarâ and surely missedâ face. It was Nina, it really was her in the flesh. But he was so certain she was safe from this place, certain that once someone found their way out that they wouldnât be able to return again. But at least now he had a chance to see her again, to be in her company. Her company always did give him comfort.
     The warmth around his waist was goneâ blinking, his gaze shifted as eyes followed her, setting some distance between the two, beamingâ she was like the sun. His expression softened a tad, quickly following her signing. He then followed suit, curiosity eating him. «That so? Dunno if I could say the same though.» Thinned lips curved upward, forming a slight smirk, teasing her as he lightly pinched her nose. «Yeah, Iâm glad too.» His hands stilled, pausing as he was gathering his thoughts before asking her why she was here. Heâll just cut to the chase. He did always hate beating around the bush, after all. «Did you go back to Ergastulum? Was Worick there? And⊠the woman?» Scratching the side of his head, brows furrowed as hands began to shift once more. «Where are the whitecoats place you at?»
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