#warrenburns

[wrathism-blog]

Text @ Stud

Lizzie: Figured this would be better than being face to face.

Lizzie: Just wanted to know if you were gong to Utah.

Lizzie: No, I'm not offering. You might run away if things get a little /heated/.

[wrathism-blog]

Some nights she hardly could sleep and was only filled with restlessness. Lizzie had taken a walk in the gardens observing the way that most of the greenery and flowers decayed over time. It shared the same fate as the house. 

Lizzie pushed out the nightmare the lived in her mind with happier times. She didn't want to think about her times as a vigilante but her mind wouldn't let her. So she sought the garden, it was peaceful. Taking one last glimpse of the garden she decided she'd head back in. There was a single light in the backyard something to alert here if anything came back here.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw a shadow step into the light. She was about to ask who was there when it was him. It was Warren. She'd been meaning to talk to him. Olive oculars studied him, much like everyone else he had a haggard look to him, even more so then the rest of them. It must have come with him being a soldier. He had seen death more than any of them. Lizzie wasn't expecting the faded scars scattered across his face that she gasped. 

Concern washed on her face as she stepped forward. She bridged the distance as her hand rested on his face. The intensity of her gaze never left even as she met his blue eyes.

"Stud." It came out delicately instead of the harsh tone that accompanied her voice. Warren had that effect on her even if they hadn't seen each other in ten years.

"What happened?"