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Recognition (Zena, Deirdre, open to hospital peeps)
Zena didn't much like going out into the world at large, since it meant having to be around actual people. It was, however, a reality of being alive. She needed to stock up on supplies and she didn't have anyone to really send out to get it for her.
She was winding around the aisles in Waitrose, trying to avoid the eyes of anyone else as she shoved things into her cart. She would have completed her shopping trip that way too, until she felt something tug at the edge of her senses. Some dark and familiar feeling she knew all too well.
Someone like her.
Abandoning her cart, Zena headed towards the demon, whether it towards a fight, or proof that she needed to flee. She stopped dead in her tracks, however, when she spotted the redhaired woman who was looking straight back at her. "You," Zena whispered, her eyebrows raising. "You- I've seen you-"
"The auction," the other woman whispered back, and Zena nodded quickly.
"I went to Amsterdam."
"Paris," the redhead answered back.
There was someone else who had escaped them, someone like her. Zena motioned her head outside and raised her eyebrows to see if the other demon wanted to follow.
She was winding around the aisles in Waitrose, trying to avoid the eyes of anyone else as she shoved things into her cart. She would have completed her shopping trip that way too, until she felt something tug at the edge of her senses. Some dark and familiar feeling she knew all too well.
Someone like her.
Abandoning her cart, Zena headed towards the demon, whether it towards a fight, or proof that she needed to flee. She stopped dead in her tracks, however, when she spotted the redhaired woman who was looking straight back at her. "You," Zena whispered, her eyebrows raising. "You- I've seen you-"
"The auction," the other woman whispered back, and Zena nodded quickly.
"I went to Amsterdam."
"Paris," the redhead answered back.
There was someone else who had escaped them, someone like her. Zena motioned her head outside and raised her eyebrows to see if the other demon wanted to follow.