[ and she'll leave anya waiting for the full fifteen. granted, it's only because she's busy filling a bag with a few staples. a sweater. a pair of sandals. something to eat. she slings it over her shoulder and starts on the lonely -- if not long -- trek from house seven to the barracks.
it's a journey she's made hundreds of times, but hasn't lately. not as much. not since jack moved out of cullen house on a temporary basis that never seemed to end. the only real reason to head shorewards these days was to see the boats.
and now to see an ally. a friend? a scooby, certainly. and that means something. it means something as the stands on the beach with an arm raised, hailing the figure in the distance: the figure she assumes is anya. ]
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it's a journey she's made hundreds of times, but hasn't lately. not as much. not since jack moved out of cullen house on a temporary basis that never seemed to end. the only real reason to head shorewards these days was to see the boats.
and now to see an ally. a friend? a scooby, certainly. and that means something. it means something as the stands on the beach with an arm raised, hailing the figure in the distance: the figure she assumes is anya. ]