#mari 002.

[anyaexe]

with: @mari-zuko​ where: their room when: a little while after arrival on the first day.

okay, maybe she hadn’t exactly been paying attention when they had announced who would be sharing rooms for the trip. they’d managed, somehow, to collate enough information to know where she’d be sleeping, but other than that, the arrangements were pretty much unchartered territory what she was concerned. but maybe they should have paid attention. that would have at least given them some time to prepare to see mari on the other side of the door. right. so this was happening. she gives a short little wave. “i’m beginning to worry you asked for me specifically, mari.”

[silascodys]

for: @velascomari​

where: mari’s place in gastown

On his third walk directly passed the door, Silas swings yet another u-turn at the last minute that lands himself right back at it and once again weighing up whether being there at all was any sort of good idea. 

( Probably not, most of his weren’t. ) 

Still, he stood outside the door for another short lapse of time, an unopened bottle of Hennessy in hand as his version of an olive branch -- even if it was his drink of choice, he didn’t actually know Mari’s -- staring down the wood like it might come to life and give him some direction. It didn’t, and he didn’t turn on his heels and leave, his choice made with the sound of knuckles on the doors surface making his presence known.