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(What happened to Dylan's response? It totally made sense!)
(What happened to Dylan's response? It totally made sense!)
(Okay, I'm just going to post now, then…)
"Not quite yet. I need to make a list of things we're going to need. Does anyone have paper and a pen or pencil?" Avery asked, handing Dylan the computer as she stood up. She paced the room, thinking about what they would need for the mission.
“I’ll find something..” Vaughn murmured in response. He walked into what could have been an office and dug through the drawers. His eyes glanced to photos on the desk, him being in most of them. He sighed and found what Avery needed, walking back into the living room.
When Vaughn came back with what she needed, Avery stopped in front of him.
"Thank you," she said, taking the paper and pen from him. Continuing her pacing, she started to write down a list.
Vaughn hummed in response, moving over to the window. As he looked out it’s he thought that he should write Veronica and her family a thank you note. Maybe he should also clean up the place, get it ready for would come back over the summer. He knew he would be invited, they always invited him and the demon. Such safe people…
Dylan leaned back and looked over. "Anything else we need to know?" He asked.
Without stopping, Avery answered, "Yeah, actually. What do they have for security? It can't just be sitting there without some form of protection. There's gotta be something."
Dylan looked down at the computer again, rapid keystrokes and a slight smirk the only things changing about the mood. He slowed down, tapped the same key two more times, then hit enter. His eyes flipped back and forth as he read a long, tedious report listed as being from last week. His smirk grew into a long smile.
"None," he said, not looking up, "They haven't even found it yet. That place was actually listed as a low possibility area."
"So they don't have security around it?" Avery asked, walking over to Dylan. She sat down next to him and looked at the screen herself, skimming the information on it. "Huh. And they don't even think it's there… Why even mark it then?"
"Like I said, low possibility. It's the last place they'd expect to find it. They mapped out the area before hand, and…" Dylan stopped, then turned to Avery again, "Darlin", are you sure it's there? I mean, they have better equipment, resources, and plenty of time. I'm ready to just follow behind them, 'cause our chances of pointing to a dot and finding a miracle aren't as good as theirs."
Vaughn pushed away from the window and went back to the study. He sat in the chair and clicked a pen, a pad of paper out in front of him as he thought about what to write to the family. His eyes were trained on some of the photographs as he grew lost in thought.
Avery bit her lower lip as she looked the laptop.
Why would it be there? If they don't think it's there, why should we? she wondered.
Putting her head in her hands she groaned, "I don't know… I just have a feeling about it that I can't explain." She lifted her head, a look of confusion and conflicted thoughts crossing her face. "What if Vaughn's right?" she whispered. "What if it's a trap?"
Vaughn exhaled and began writing on the pad of paper in his usual, messy cursive .
Dylan thought it through. He wasn't a gut feeling kind of guy. Leaving his battles to chance was not his idea of fun. But Avery hasn't been wrong yet, and he trusted her more than he trusted himself, at this rate.
"I think you're right. It's there."
Avery let out a small sigh of relief and gave Dylan a small smile.
"Thanks," she started quietly, "for believing in me."
Dylan stared into Avery's eyes as he returned her smile, "No problem. We need to be on the same page, don't we?"
"Yeah… Thanks," she repeated herself softly. She looked down, suddenly feeling a little shy.
Vaughn finished the letter and tore it from the pad. He left the office and put it on the kitchen counter, beginning to clean up the counter tops and any unwashed dishes. He wanted it to be perfect for them. He wanted them to see how nice it looked when they came back.
(I'm going to be gone for like an hour, just so you guys know.)
(And now I'm back…)
(Bumping.)
(This is going to be a long thread…)
(Just waiting for a response from @ShadowMisfit …)
Dylan had no idea what to say, so he reluctantly turned his gaze back to the computer. In an instant, he found the lights too bright, and the sounds of the mouse kinda loud. In an instant, he was in the midst of himself, his eyes closed against the world, the only thing registering is the slight brush of Avery's arm against his own. He opened his eyes and stood up, still squinting against the light, "I need to go check on something, Give me a bit."
"Are you okay?" Avery asked, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. She stood up as well, crossing her arms and rubbing them subconsciously.
The light's gave him some space, and the world stopped yelling. He focused on Avery's words.
Are you okay?
"Yeah. I'm good," He responded, though he wasn't quite sure, "just a little light-headed. And dizzy."
Avery took a small step closer, her eyes flicking back and forth across Dylan's face as she examined him.
"You're sure? 'Cause you look like you're in pain," she noticed quietly, her concern not leaving her voice.
(Bumping.)
(This is going to be a long thread…)
Dylan felt the lights back even farther away as Avery stepped closer. He felt the pressure fade. He stumbled a little, willing the world to just go black, but the light was still there. He needed words to explain it, but none would come. He tried anyway.
"Avery," he started, "have you… have you ever felt more like a shadow than an actual human being?"
Avery reached out to steady Dylan as she noticed him stumble, placing her hand on his arm. She blinked once at his question.
"No, not really," she answered softly, a little confused. "Why?"
The rest of the extraneous light and noise subsided as Avery placed her hand on his arm again. Dylan blinked as the strange drowning-in-light feeling faded.
"Because that's literally how I felt two seconds ago"
(When auto correct hates everything you say and do.)
(Lol. Ikr?)
"Hm…" Avery hummed, unsure of how to respond. Realizing her hand was still on Dylan's arm, she blushed and pulled it back.
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