Rained in
@hellsguardiandevil
After who knows how long, she felt the sting of something against her cheeks. No longer numb to the world around her she felt the drops of cold rain falling on her face from the dark overcast sky stretching out in every direction. At some point the banshee had taken hold and she could only see others for the haze grief or impending death surrounding them, except him.
Standing in what appeared to be a lush rooftop garden she watched the rain trail off walls of damp ivy and tried fruitlessly to retrace her steps. Drifting forward she felt the drag of warmer water around her waist and realized she was standing in a swimming pool of polished marble. Expensive taste, but not hers. She didn’t know how much time she’d lost or even how long she’d been standing in that spot. Now that she could feel the air temperature dropping she’d need to find some clothes before she could start trying to figure it out.
But first-
Turning on her heel cut off the most pressing question forming in her mind, the sight of familiar shoulders peeking above the waterline but his back was to her. Her mind swiftly clamped down on the instinct to call his name not wanting a repeat of the last turn. The clawing at the back of her throat was gone and she could feel the world beneath her feet now, more like normal although her mind resisted that word these days. With an involuntary shiver she reached out to let her fingertips brush his shoulder.
Matthew. There hadn’t been time to talk about anything. Not his time prison, or Murdock, or the lines they’d only just started to cross before he’d been taken. Maybe without the devil in him driving his tastes it was possible his perspective had shifted. A problem for later, once they were out of the rain.