#ch7: fenrik

[yseultcai]

WHEN: July 17th, 2023 WHERE: The Compound WHO: @fenriksblade

The night was a long one. By the time both Elisa and Yseult made it back from the alleyway, the 16th had moved into the 17th, and she was beginning to feel like maybe she was going just a little insane. It was mostly the lack of sleep, but also a deep desire to seek Fenrik out. To find him, and tell him exactly what happened. He'd know what else she was missing. What else she should be doing beyond hacking into the CCTV. Skewing times on the cell phone tower. He was good at the practical. But more than that, she needed his reassurance. That she wasn't some monster. That this wasn't the kind of road she'd have to keep traveling down time and time again. Her heart was aching enough already.

"Fenrik?" Yseult called out, not so differently than she had a month before. This time she was wearing an old, ratty sweatshirt. One she had stolen from her dad's closet before she left home. She was also holding the bloodied knife in her hand, the one Fenrik had bestowed upon her after she had expressed her fear over what might happen. After she told him that nothing would.

She was surprisingly good at lying. She'd told her dad she'd come home and visit. She told Fenrik everything would be fine.

#ch: fenrik #ch7: fenrik #date: 07/17/2023