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[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(I feel like he'd be the kind of guy that would sneak out (or try) in the middle of the night)

[assassinrue]

(yeah definitely)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

At about two in the morning, Daemon slipped out of her apartment. Considering everything that had happened last night, it was the most Daemon thing he'd done. The non-Daemon part was that he felt guilty.

[assassinrue]

Felicity startled awake at 6am and reached for Daemon. She sat up and looked over at the empty bed, feeling the sheets. They were cold. She sighed and lay back, of course he would leave. What else?

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Daemon closed his eyes when his apartment door swung shut behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over his arm, then fell back against the door with a heavy sigh. Something huge and scary was happening in his life, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

[assassinrue]

Felicity stared at the ceiling for a long time before she rose from the bed with a resolute toss of the sheets and marched to the kitchen to make tea and find a pastry for breakfast.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Eventually, he roused himself and went to make coffee. Yeah, he could use a nice shot of caffeine. Badly. He leaned against the kitchen counter while the coffee machine gurgled, his mind flashing back to last night. With Felicity. God, it all felt like a dream.

[assassinrue]

Felicity nibbled on her scone and stared off into space, thinking about the previous night. It was so perfect. And yet not, tainted, somehow.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

After downing three cups of coffee, Daemon called his father, something he hadn't done in a long time. The man seemed surprise--rightly so--to hear his son's voice, but he agreed to Daemon's request. Then Daemon grabbed his keys and left his apartment. He started his car and drove toward one of the gang's popular hangouts.

[assassinrue]

Felicity went to work the long way. That was the nice thing about having an unofficial job. And pondered her existence.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Daemon nodded to a few of the guys as he walked in, even smiled at some girls there. He walked up to a buddy and plopped down next to him on an old couch. "Man, I could use a beer."

[assassinrue]

Felicity shuffled down a back street, unaware of the matching pair of steps behind her.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

It only took a few seconds for someone to toss him a cold bottle. He caught it and popped off the cap before taking a swing. "Yeah, that's what I needed."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Fel, stop. I'd like to talk."

Felicity stopped and closed her eyes. "No Paul, I'm done with you."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Where is she?)

[assassinrue]

(Some back street somewhere)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Alright... so should he show up and interfere, or what?)

[assassinrue]

(not yet. I think wherever they end up, thats where Daemon should be)

"Well I'm not done with you, Felly. I've missed you, you know."

"I'm afraid the feeling is not mutual." Even now, talking back to him put the fear of god into her.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Daemon leaned back, one arm thrown over the back of the old couch. Despite himself, his mind wandered back to Felicity, and then to her jerk ex. A moment later guilt washed over him. He shouldn't have run out this morning, but he'd panicked... he wasn't a spent the night and wake up in each others arms kind of guy. He wondered if she hated him now--or rather again--if he'd blown his chance with her.

[assassinrue]

"I don't care." He snatched her upper arm in his powerful fingers and stared down at her with his dark eyes. "Come with me."
Not giving her a choice, Paul dragged her with him through the streets to turf areas Felicity promised herself she'd never see again.