plotted starter * @ka9in3 !
salt water dried & what she can feel is a guaranteed cold at the first sneeze ... adrenaline at the aspect that their safe. the sun broken high up in the sky ( * muddled by clouds & the view of the harbour ahead of the two ) mission complete agent. She jokes ; exhaustion and the sting of the cuts from fallen debris at their escape. climbing off , steps wobble slightly as her legs wake. the next few minutes are a haze of one thing after the other. a man approaches , pin black suit ironed to perfection. one she recognizes as one of the men on her details your brother here. the blonde blinks , a relief that fills the system. pushing past the other folks she can her name being called but she doesn't care at the moment , it can wait she wants to see Charlie first ( * then they can ask their questions & patch her up. )
tiers curl when she see's him ahead sat by some of the vehicles that line up midnight toned reflecting sun specks , she can only imagine the worry & uncertainty when the news first came out that she was gone , the blonde wasn't even sure how long Ashley had been gone either ... she had been on her way to see him. the last text exchanged that Ashley was on her way , then silence she'll have to get a new phone.
once she's standing infront she can see he's checking , the spike of worry clear in the brow crease as tiny cuts litter the left arm. " 'm fine a little rough round edges but eveything fine now. " she's home & that what matter's , though a part of her isnt so sure if it mean't when spoken outloud or for here say to convince herself ( * the fatigue not wanting to further think about the extent of truth that comes with it. )
" you won't believe half of the stuff I tell you. "
a small chuckle that leaves lips ( * it sounds unreal to her too , like a bad nightmare that she managed to wake up from . ) she wishes they could just go home now but the blonde is aware that she can't , not yet they'll want to check.