@whispers-in-daydreams sent: Scarlett sat atop the temple roof, wrapping her coat around her tighter. She glanced at her watch. Five more minutes and the monks would retire for the evening until next sunrise. Five more minutes and she'd be a Popsicle. At least she didn't have to worry about Wylan bumbling this up for her. He'd given her the perfect opportunity to slip away when he said he was going to check out the nightlife. Why he even forced her to drag him along on her trip was beyond her. The man could talk the Grim Reaper's robes right off him and act like it was a gift. It was more of a risk really, allowing that man to come with her. He made it harder to do anything. Scout. Research. Shower! What were the point of locks with him around. Freaking pervert. She rolled her eyes, mentally grumbling as Wy's cheeky face came to mind when she'd thrown a bottle of body wash at him. She could feel the relic pulsing in the building beneath her. It was growing impatient. And so was she. Two more minutes. Question was, which would break first, the evil trapped below or the woman freezing above?
Honestly, the night life around this area kind of sucked. Or at least it wasn't at all his speed. If you're going 15 mph faster than all the traffic around you it can be enjoyable for about half an hour. But eventually you recognize that you're driving a lonely road once you've passed everyone else by. One that leads you out of the downtown, in Wylan's case. Back towards where Scarlett had gone to.
Two drinks in, the frustration and oddness of it all was was adequately tempered, a small respite. Enough to keep him from being bitter about actually being ditched. Really, it quickly had been eating away at his patience to leave his attractive friend be for whatever it was she was getting up to. The hotel room they were sharing had two beds. Which was a message in and of itself. Clearly a step ... down? up? away. A step away from when they had shared an air mattress in the back of the car while camping.
Thinking back on that excursion made him want a s'more. Or a treat. A taper to the cold air just as the alcohol was a taper to his cold spirit. Probably not worth looking for a marshmallow, and better to finish tracking down the baker instead. He can't help but grin, thinking about the previous night. It may have been a fruitless encounter, but she wasn't completely against him being around, was she? Two beds... but still permitted in the same room.
Yeah, she's a fun little thing. Isn't she. And it wouldn't be long before he found her.
Flipping open his phone, then pocketing it. It's like there's a change in his silhouette. The flash in his eyes becoming more keen than playful. Viridian gaze may as well have been that of a nocturnal bird, flitting between establishments and the shape of the city. A girl like her would stand out in a place like this. And it's perhaps a stroke of luck that, on making his way up the slope of the road, he catches the broken silhouette of a temple roof. Something there in the shadow that shouldn't be.
...
What is Scarlett doing on the roof?!
Well. She was an urban explorer, he was acquainted with that side of her. Something about her place now however struck him as odd. And incredibly interesting. This is what it feels like when you're cruising down the highway going 15 over when someone passes by doing 30 over.
Do you let them pass? Or do you speed up?
...
"Shh shh. Don't move." Voice is low but hushed. A rumble of familiar mirth after the assassin makes his approach from behind. A greeting touch to her shoulder whilst he leans over her other. Gleaning perspective on what so had her inconspicuous attention. He smiles the whole time. "Hi there. ...y'know, Red- personally, I would've waited behind that parapet over there. This spot's not bad. Though. I don't see how either are as fun as the club floor with me."
A lie. Whatever she was getting involved with had Wylan a hundred times more invested.














