Am I Part of the Cure

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Characters: Valdis and some open
Date: All of July
Location: Throughout Keeliai
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In headers


May had been a complete and utter mess. Between the anonymous accusations, the failings of her plan regarding them, her own foolishness and the cultist attack, Valdis couldn’t seem to pull the pieces back together. It was extraordinarily grating to feel so out of control. She still didn’t have her position back at the KPD, so she filled her time teaching at the Dojo, reading and rereading books and wandering the streets at night. Sleeping was difficult, not for nightmares, but she felt too restless. There was too much to do in the aftermath of the Cultist attacks, and she had no idea where to start. Useless, was the word. June hadn’t been much better, but at least there had been a sense of calm and healing, no matter how false the calm seemed.

Comments

[simulsimul]

Kratos shook his head. "It's a circumstance of my own creation, unlike yours."

And perhaps not entirely accurate. He can die, with extremely specific circumstances. Perhaps it's the same for her.

Regardless. It hadn't seem that she'd sought him out, merely taken advantage of an opportunity; and he'd heard enough, for the moment. His wings came back out, a blurry glow in the rain. "If there's nothing else?"

He'll dance with the lightning a bit longer. Maybe it'll be sufficient outlet.

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Valdis shook her head, taking a step back as his wings reappeared, though she wasn't entirely certain why. She was still sorry. About everything it seemed.

"No. Have fun in the rain."

Rain she needed to get out of, luckily she wasn't human and couldn't catch a cold, but she could use with some dry clothes.

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Kratos bowed slightly. He had nothing more to say. His wings rippled, lifting him into the air with no apparent effort, until he was far enough up that the rain blurred even the glow of his wings from sight.