Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

no, it seemed, they were not going to avoid this friendly chat.

donovan was the one to call their name, though, and when renard turned because this was the grandmaster, they –

oh, were they really…okay. you know what, that made just as much sense as anything else here. renard lingered for a moment with eyebrow raised, projecting a clear is this a serious request into the increasingly weird space between the three of them, and then figured, why not.

“i don’t have to get any closer. i can smell her from here.” if they were honest, the answer was blood, but they were already neck deep here and where was the fun in that? “so are you both working through the saints, or was this someone outside the border?”

nemisis promptly answered the question for them. it was accompanied by an unfriendly smile and if renard had any hope this wasn’t going to become a problem, her next words stole that away in a heartbeat. fine; they could handle it. the polite smile on their face did not falter, but they offered no reply.

renard couldn’t really care less about who was fucking who, as long as they knew the names because they wanted their nose in everything, but objectively there were better things to do with one’s time and as much as they respected donovan, he really needed to stop being led around by his dick.

as she was obviously doing to him. and he was doing with auriel. and who knew who else was doing what. or who. a mental note. this was going to become their business sooner or later, wasn’t it?