SHADOW PLAY | nemo + narc

The scent drifted until it met her. And when it did, a low howl came from her chest. It rose in both volume and pitch as she moves, summoning Narcissus. She had been right all along. Hawthorne had been near.

Her stride was long as she sprinted toward the source of the scent she would never forget. Anemone did not know why he had left, only that he had; he had said not so much of a word to her, them, before disappearing. For what? Disappointment had been the first thing to radiate within her, but then she had felt everything else. They fled from her as she moved toward him.

You found us! she panted as she slowed... and although she desired to fling himself into him, something held her back. I had been trying to find you, then Narcissus found me... and you found us, she laughs. Why did you go...? But then she shakes her head. No, never mind, you don't have to say if you don't want to. You're here now! Her voice was bright and strong and yet the last words seemed firm somehow. Don't leave again.