Who: Sam fireinthesoul & Kel What: Confrontation, honesty, etc. When: Sam comes home from his visit with Ruby Where: Sam/Kel's room Warnings: will edit as needed
Keleios had always despised her gift of dreaming. She hated to sleep, but more than that, she hated knowing that Sam blamed himself for depriving her of sleep--even though she would much rather sit awake and watch over him than fall into a prophetic trance. But she was still half-human, and eventually, she succumbed to the need to close her eyes--but no sooner had sleep claimed her then she saw there brought her thrashing awake.
A crossroads. Blood. A treacherous bargain.
The demon mark on her left hand itched as she sat, awaiting Sam's return. Where had he gone? Why had his absence upon waking filled her with such a sinking dread, and made her heart and stomach lurch as if some unseen hand had squeezed around her insides and yanked them down into a bottomless pit? Why did his messages, his attempt to reassure her only frustrate and worry her more? He seemed much too calm for the man that she had come to know. It seemed too good to be true.
She clenched her fist, and crossed her arms, and stood to pace the floor.