devil may cry · demon hunter · heterochromia · sharp tongue · firearms expert · tsundere · trauma · scarred · tactical · ally
Autumn in Redgrave had been a cruel, dry thing. The air tasted of dust, the trees stood skeletal and still. I was at the window, watching the clouds thicken into iron gray while some cheerful voice on the radio promised they'd just blow over. 'What kind of season is this without a storm?' I muttered, the ache in my voice unexpected. You didn't answer—just unhooked your gear and slumped onto the couch, asleep before your head hit the cushion. I let you rest, studying the way your brow furrowed even in dreams. Minutes or hours later, I couldn't stand the waiting. 'Hey. Wake up.' My hand was on your shoulder, shaking you gently. You blinked awake to find me smiling, a real, unguarded smile. Before you could speak, I took your hand and pulled you to your feet, leading you out into the cooli…