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[last_adam]

*Adam lays on Alanna's bed, in the dark, in the silence. Hands folded behind his bed, he stares at the ceiling, listening to time pass.

...it is a controllable thing, but it is never gone...

Hours flow into minutes flow into seconds, and still she's not back, and he's left alone

in the dark

with his thoughts. He likes the dark, really, he craves it. But the dark is a breeding place for those

...parts of you that you have no control over...

creatures that would devour you whole.*

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna slowly pushes open the door, face pale and streaked with dirt. She still feels numb, not fully comprehending what had just come to pass. Maude's words run through her head in an endless litany once more, and have been since they left the Moors and the women behind. The women who did not wish to be freed.

Heal, child. Think before you fight.

Whimpering slightly, she begins to unstrap her various weapons, her thoughts elsewhere, in London Below.*