Sugar and Spice - Darius and Crew

She was up early, lit her clove, and smoked out the window.  

She had sweet coffee, staring out at the dark waiting for the sun to rise.

She had been good, quiet and worked.  Watching the skies, seeking stars and still feeling so very much alone.

She loved  him and hated him at this point, not sure which way was up or down.

The silence though was so very very loud.

Since the sun was coming up soon, it wasn't long before he was coming into the house again, shedding his clothing as he went and heading for his bedroom.

She turned hearing him return, she moved quietly to watch him but not interrupt him.

He nodded to her as he made his way into his bedroom.

"Hello, Savannah."

"Good evening." she said softly back just watching, once he goes in his room she turns and goes back to hers.

For once, he didn't follow. He went into his bedroom and shut the door.

a note was under his door - for when he woke the next night:

Darius,
If you wish me to go please let me know.

Savannah

There was no answer for most of the evening. Then just before he went to bed, a note was slipped under her door.

Savannah,
If I wished you to go, I would have said so.
But I'm not going to chase you like
a dog in heat. If you want me, you know where
I'll be.
-Darius

Darius,
This place is wrong. Be safe. You know where I am too.

Savannah

Savannah,
You have pointed out how
unsafe this place is several
times now. I understand.
I must do what I came here
to do.
-Darius

Darius,
You don't care about my warnings. You won't let me keep you safe. I fight myself and my instincts to stay. I don't want chased but I'm tired if being patted on the head and told to heel.

Unless you think I'm worth talking to again not at. Including me instead of the steady exclusion.

Honestly, if you no longer want or need me then tell me to go. I think I deserve that.

S

Savannah,
I care about your warnings.
The work that needs to be done
here is more important than you
or I or anyone else here. I have
explained this to you time and again.
If you cannot accept that, then
I do not know what to tell you.
-Darius

She waited after the last letter, she needed to know if he was really ready to die, here to complete this task. she was leaning against hte bedroom door waiting for him.

He didn't seem surprised to see her there. But he brushed past her and into the bedroom. It said enough that he left the door open for her to follow if she wished.

"Hello, Savannah."

"Hello Darius." she looked to see if Elizabeth was there before she shut the door, she wanted to talk to him privately and not have "her" there.

Elizabeth was not there, for once. He turned to look at her.

"What is it?"

Savannah had looked better and worse. She took a deep breath then said softly "And if you die on your quest then what? Should I leave town if your dead?" her voice cracked, her eyes showed the look of one that hadn't been sleeping well, and she was fighting going to him.

From his tone, his stance, and his look at her; she truly felt alone - that he was truly heading a different way and she wasn't needed on this trip - or if she was it was a role that he'd not need her to perform again.

With Elizabeth in the apartment she'd not shifted at all, the wild in her needed the chase, the hunt and being currently a tamed 'pet' it wasn't what she could do for a long time and well didn't he have Elizabeth for that.

He turned to face her, then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

"I expect you to take care of those who look up to you and to do what is best for them as well as yourself, Savannah."

"No one looks up to me Darius." she said softly. "I miss you.' with a sigh. Then looking at him "What do you need for me?"

He sighed.

"Savannah, whether you know it or not, Elizabeth does look up to you. And what I need is for you to stop behaving as though this is my last ride. It may be, it may not be. But your conviction that it is my last ride is driving me away."

'Nightmares." she said softly. Which he should realize kept her at paranoia. 'I will take care of Elizabeth, but I need your touch.' she admitted to him.

He leveled those intense, green eyes at her.

"Then stop pushing me away."

"I'm apologizing will you forgive me?" she said softly, her dark purple eyes looking back at his emerald one's waiting for an answer she wasn't sure she was ready to hear.

He stared at her for a very long time.

"Yes."

She held his gaze, "may I stay with you this day?" she asked softly.