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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]The air in his cabin shifted with Evelyn gone. Sylas had three months to get used to the silence that came from his solitude while he healed. They had seen each other over the past months, but nothing like last night. Now that she had fallen back into bed with him, yet again, her absence felt more stark than it had before. During their time apart he had tried to pry himself free of her hold, but she plagued his thoughts and dreams, rooted deep into his cerebral cortex. All of it left him on unsteady footing. He usually found comfort in casual connections but somewhere in the middle of their game of cat and mouse, and interspersed spontaneous throes of passion, he started slipping deeper, only noticing once he was too far to claw himself out.

Sylas ran his hands down his face, resolute in the fact that it was unlikely he’d ever see her step foot into his cabin again. He sighed and wandered further inside. Considering he was already naked, he opted to go ahead and hop in the shower. He didn’t spend exceptionally long getting clean, rather giving himself more time under the hot water to clear his mind and ground his focus before whatever training this new leader had in store for them. While he might have been fully healed, since Pandora’s box Sylas hadn’t felt up to form, and the prospect of physical exertion left him wary, even if he could hardly admit that to himself, let alone anyone else. 

As the water cascaded over the crown of his head, falling around his face like a waterfall veil, he held out his hands in front of him. The white scars across his palms acted like a phantom memory of that night. His gaze fell to the similar mark across his abdomen while the tips of his fingers began tracing it absentmindedly. The marble gladiator… a kraken… Just the thought made his lungs burn like he was struggling for air and every nerve sang with the residual electric tinge. He had it easy compared to a lot of the other campers, not that he cared. But there was a reluctance to try and prove himself among a group of new faces when he had been holed up in his cabin for months.

The shift in temperature of the water brought Sylas out of his wandering thoughts and dragged him out of the shower. After drying off and wrapping himself in a towel, he begrudgingly trudged back into his room in search of clean clothes. While there was still the burden of trying to be moderately impressive to the newcomers, he wasn’t going to sacrifice function for fashion in the face of training. It wasn’t like River had given them a clue what they were doing. But using his past experiences for reference, capture the flag, and duels were enough of a reason to focus on dressing a bit more practically. He grabbed a simple track suit and running shoes figuring that would cover most of his bases. 

After getting dressed, Sylas made his way to the kitchen. He knew that he needed to eat. Working out on an empty stomach never bode well for him but he was also aware that he didn’t have much time either. Luckily eggs were simple and quick. He managed to whip up a couple breakfast burritos fairly quickly which also gave him the added convenience of being able to eat them on his way to the arena. With three wraps in hand and a bottle of water, he grabbed his coat and headed out. 

It didn’t take long for Sylas to reach the arena considering how close his cabin was. He only managed to get through one of the burritos by the time he stepped inside and noticed the change in temperature. As he approached the stands, his gaze fell to the two remaining wraps in his hand. Somewhere in his rush to make food or in his hazy mind he hadn’t noticed he made more than he usually ate. And then the realization struck him as his attention shifted to Evelyn… He made an extra one for her. It was entirely subconscious and the dots didn’t connect until he saw her, but something inside him knew with her having to return to her own cabin that she wouldn’t have had time to eat. [i]Jesus fucking christ.[/i] Even when he was trying not to think about her…

Without a word, Sylas walked past her and slyly set one of the burritos in her lap. Based on her reaction to him at midnight, it was a safe assumption that Evelyn preferred to keep their… [i]familiarity[/i] secret, so he did his best not to draw any unneeded attention to them. While the thought still made him sore, he wasn’t an idiot nor cruel… [i]Well,[/i] not to her. His gaze remained forward as he continued past her, finding an empty and isolated seat somewhere toward the back. He pulled off his coat, setting it aside, then continued to finish his breakfast in peace. [/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Andy had managed to drift off for a little bit. She wasn’t entirely sure how long, but she never slipped into a deep sleep. Instead she lived in a hazy limbo where she could hear the world moving around her while she remained frozen in place. There was a small window where she might have managed to drift deeper but [i]something[/i]—or someone—tickling her leg jarred her awake. She propped herself up on one elbow, while winding back the other hand instinctually, preparing to smack whoever was bothering her. But when her eyes snapped open and found Mason standing over her, the tension in her body eased and she slumped back against the bench.

[color=bd1664]"You should know better than to sneak up on me,"[/color] she teased him softly with a tired, yet affectionate smile. 

[color=B45F06]"So,"[/color] Mason started with a more serious tone that stole some of the levity from her smile. [color=B45F06]"Are you ever gonna let me sleep with you without any morning interruptions?"[/color]

[color=bd1664]"Yes, because it was [i]my[/i] fault we were interrupted."[/color] Andy's face contorted as she pushed off the bench to sit upright. [color=bd1664]"I have a sign on my door that says ‘Please interrupt me and my boyfriend in bed,’"[/color] she replied with dry sarcasm, tilting her head to the side while looking up into his eyes for more explanation than he was giving. She understood that he was less than thrilled that she was pulled from bed and his arms, but acting like it was her decision or choice was a stretch. 

Andy sighed softly, not wanting to argue after they [i]just[/i] made up. She scooted forward on the bench so her knees were lightly pressed against the outside of his legs. Her hands rested against Mason’s sides as she held his gaze. [color=bd1664]"Peace is rare at camp. You know that. I can’t guarantee we won’t be interrupted in the future. But I’m not going anywhere, Mase,"[/color] she reassured him quietly. Her hand shifted from his side to gently wrap around his forearm and give it a soft tug while nodding to the empty space beside her. [color=bd1664]"Sit down,"[/color] she gently instructed him.

Once Mason was seated beside her, Andy scooted over until her shoulder and knee were lightly pressed against his. She crossed her legs so the foot that dangled freely could softly brush his shin while she slipped her arm beneath his. [color=bd1664]"I had [i]every[/i] intention of spending all day in bed with you,"[/color] she whispered the confession into his ear so no one else but him could hear. The tips of her fingers lightly trailed down his forearm and into his palm in a tender, almost sensual way. [color=bd1664]"Although, after training I [i]will[/i] need a shower…"[/color] her voice trailed off as she slipped her fingers between his and flashed him a subtle, mischievous smile. She didn’t finish her thought, letting Mason’s mind wander in whatever devious direction it wanted as they waited for training to begin.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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