弱肉強食 » THE WEAK ARE MEAT; THE STRONG EAT

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Overthrowing a corrupt organization is no easy task, especially when it has the audacity to spread out across the world. The sentinels went out after the scattered pieces of the sun bomb, and that means fighting their way through the hunters protecting it; contrary to what Harvestman might think, their intention isn't simply to slaughter whatever mortals stand in their way.

Just because it works out like that, doesn't make it their fault. Clearly.

Necessity for stealth, and the fact that the sentinels don't really answer to any Master means that no one has much idea of where they are or what they're doing, for several days and nights. It's closing out a full week of radio silence before anyone receives word, and when that happens, it's because half of the sentinels came back.

Arashi is feeling a strange bond with Harvestman at this moment that he can honestly say he's never anticipated: the haven't-bathed-in-days, clothes-held-on-by-willpower kind of bond. His hair is a mess and his makeup is smudged and faded and he's covered in dried bloodstains, but his eyes and skin are bright from healthy feeding, and he can barely stand the thought of getting through even a short debriefing before he can get home, to a bath and his bed and Harvestman, not necessarily in that exact order.

The headquarters of the American coven has relocated fully to the subterranean labyrinth underneath New York for the time being, while they continue to scout for a safe location above ground. When Nicholas hears that Arashi is back, for as long as it takes to give him the appropriate heads up, he instructs someone to find Harvestman and let him know. Arashi beats him to that. The second his phone is returned to him (goddamn Kaleo taking no chances), he sends a characteristically succinct text.

Meet in control room so we can go the fuck home.

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[fuckvampires]

Harvestman had stopped eating after seeing Lily. He had stopped doing much of anything, his strength reserve finally exhausted. Overall, it doesn't effect him much, other than giving his skin a sallow look. He'd gone longer without eating, through worse periods of depression. Normally he had to go through it in some sewer hole. Lying in Arashi's bed didn't make it easier, but it did make him safer.

Word that Arashi was back couldn't make him rush the way he wanted to. The black was too strong for that, too doubting. It's not until he sets his eyes on the other vampire that he remembers what feelings were for, why Arashi being gone made it so hard to breathe.

He flings his arms around Arashi, bloodstains and all, and justs holds him. Words would happen later, when he remembered how to form them.