it's been a year and a half since he finally convinced her to join the armory. truth was they needed more witches in their ranks. not to say that he didn't trust some of the human leaders but humans were so fickle , sometimes more so then supernatural . at least with those in the supernatural community you knew where you stood, there was no back talk or side speak. they often told you, to your face what their motives were, humans and again not all but a good majority of them didn't. when power was given to them they often exploited it. but witches had that bad habit too but for their were certain witches... certain covens that he wanted on his side. he tried his luck with shelia bennett many, many years ago. when she was a woman coming into her own. she had declined; looking after her family was her priority. and he respected her for it. he could see some of miss shelia in her grandchildren. even looking past their power. the way bennett women carried themselves was alluring. the way lucy bennett carried herself perhaps more so. but he tried to push those thoughts from his mind, he was there to train her to build her in the image the armory wanted. mostly he was there to make sure that she didn't kill herself ... their agents had a tendency of doing this.
this mission had taken them to germany, and it was fucking freezing. thankfully the armory had bases in most major metropolitan areas so there was no sleeping in some run down motel tonight thank gods. they were however stuck sharing a room as they weren't the only armory agents in town looking for this specific relic. the shower had done wonders for him, a billow of steam followed behind him as a towel clad kris walked into their shared room. there she sat crossed legged on the bed, eyes intensely looking over the coordinates on the map. the wrong ones because when they got there, they found nothing. cold, hungry and frustrated they had decide to head to hq and try again in the morning. but if spending this much time with her had taught him anything... kris knew what that look on her face meant. "let it go witchy.” walking to the dresser he pulled out a an outfit for a their night out. “ we spend hours going over that place. the coordinates were wrong." he came to stand in front of her small water droplets lightly peppered the map as he toweled dried his hair. "we are meant to be going out with the others remember, see what germany had to offer with the drinking scene." he sang song but when he got no response he plopped down next to her. " this isn't going to be one of those- i'm too fucking stubborn to let shit go and now i'm obsessed, moments is it? cause i'm hungry and want to go drink after fighting a bunch of dryads"
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