Who: Asher and Oz Where: The hospital When: Early morning Warnings: Not very many
Molly had received her letter. The knowledge of that had stayed in the forefront of Asher's mind ever since he opened the envelope with her name on it the day before. He knew he shouldn't have. He should have left it for her to open herself, but he hadn't even realized he'd torn the envelope open until the letter was already unfolded in his hands. Just like his own letter, Ash hadn't been able to read most of it, but he knew what it said. Ozias Fawkes. The name was familiar to him and he had a vague recollection of what the guy looked like. One of those 'friend of a friend' type of deal. But what the hell was the Council thinking, pairing his seventeen year old sister with a twenty three year old... man. Without thinking much, Asher had left the letter on the table and left the house. He hadn't known where Ozias Fawkes lived, but he tried his hardest to find out. His usual contacts weren't much help, and so after a couple hours of wandering Haven, he ended up at a bar, where he drank until the bartender was quite literally about to lock the doors for the night.
Molly had been in her room when he arrived home, and he hadn't had the courage to knock on her door. Now he was at work, bright and early, his mind elsewhere as he continued to move rubble alongside a few others. He knew Fawkes worked at the hospital. A nurse. It wouldn't do to leave the job site and wander inside the rest of the hospital, covered in dust and dirt, looking for the guy betrothed to his sister. Instead, he worked. And worked some more. Until it was finally time to take a break and he stayed near the working hospital entrance, lighting a cigarette and keeping his eyes open at those who came in and out, waiting for any sign of his sister's soon-to-be husband.