Who: Cristina and Diego What: Cristina is on a mission and runs into her ex When: After this Where: The prison Warnings: N/A to start
Cristina was the worst of moods. Her disappointment for Julian and Magnus was driving her at the moment and it was an odd feeling when the supposed villain was who had calmed her in a way. His honesty was harsh but she appreciated it. At least someone could be honest these days. Of course, she had asked for brutal honesty, she was just surprised that Ash had given it. Now with the truth in her mind, she needed to find Magnus to make him reverse what he had done. She was told to be careful what road she traveled down but Cristina would always travel the road that saved her friends and right now, Julian needed to be saved.
She didn't have the heart to talk to Emma about this yet. She was sure that Emma felt it. The emptiness coming from Julian. Maybe she was trying to ignore it. Maybe she was just that angry. But she wouldn't be that way for long and right now, Cristina would be the one to lead the mission until her best friend came to her senses. It was understandable, Cristina got it. She knew that Emma was hurting and right now, she was trying to heal herself with her rebounds, but this didn't just affect her. It would affect Ty, Ty who would need his brother most in this world, especially since Livvy was ... Ty would need him. Need his heart, his soul. Julian's emptiness wasn't going to do his brother any favors.
Cristina pushed open the doors to the infirmary and when she asked for Magnus, she was told that he wasn't working today, which didn't help her search.
Maybe she could find any witch to reverse it? She was sure that others could perform the same magic and get the same results. Maybe. She found herself leaned against a wall in a hallway before she slid down it and was sitting on the floor. The hallway barely got traffic so she wouldn't have been disturbed out of her thoughts.
Or so she thought.
Cristina heard footsteps and she looked up seeing Diego. Talking to him was much different than seeing him and he looked a little older, more experienced, more hardened. She knew that she had just up and left him and his brother, Jaime, her oldest friend, the person she was supposed to be parabatai with but Cristina's eager ears had heard too much. She fled Mexico and found herself in LA where only a couple of months later, Diego had found her. And now he was here, staring down at her.
But it felt like just days ago when he was in her bed, wounded and she was taking care of him, hoping that he would be alright. And then everything changed and she was here, without him, without some sort of clarity or even closure. It was as if she was in some type of bubble when it came to him and she didn't know whether to stay still or let the shield down. Her walls went up. Of course they did, how could they not? She wanted to protect herself. Protect her heart. It was all she could do when it came to him.
"¿Estás perdido?" She asked then, her eyes casting down to her hands as she fiddled with them.