[PRP] Catching Up (Yves x Iyari)

[baby_gwing]

It took Yves a while but the War Executioner eventually found what he was looking for after stopping at a couple of tree houses to ascertain if they belonged to a certain friend of his. It probably wouldn't have come to this if he came to check on her during the move from Halloween Town to their new home in the Tower but that wasn't the kind of thing that Yves would do and he rather doubted that his friend would appreciate it either.

But then again, even for someone like the Executioner who usually much preferred to be left alone rather than have to deal with the inane chatter of others around him, there were times when the War stallion would take the initiative and seek out others to check on how they were doing. Today happened to be one of these days. He could only hope that his friend was in the mood for company and wouldn't mind his intrusion all too much. Walking right up to the door, he lifted his hand and simply knocked.

"Iyari. It's me."

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[kuumeii]

Days had passed in a blur and what she could have discerned to be mere moments had been much longer. Adjustments, that's what her life was now, a constant state of changing through time and "going with the flow". Iyari hated that term more than anything since everything from the downfall had nothing flowing about it. Regardless, she had managed to at least survive the time by dealing with her new home, though had become a recluse.

This particular day had started like any other. She gave little hours for what she pretended was sleep and started again on her weaponry, grinding away at the already sharp pieces that littered the floor. It was an obsession more than a hobby, grinding away at the little pieces just to get the perfect sheen and sharpness, enough so that it could kill with a single blow...

KNOCK KNOCK

It shattered her concentration and the knife she was working against the grindstone had fallen to the ground, clattering among its brethren as her bright eyes gave a sideways glance towards the door. "Come in." She mumbled under her breath, moving away from her grindstone and staring at the door, but soon got agitated. "Well?" Her tone was impatient and she closed the gap to the door in two leaps, opening it forcefully so it banged against the wall and she blinked. "Oh, Yves." The hardened eyes began to soften, how long had it been?

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