[CLOSED] goodbye means nothing at all.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler was walking with his head down, a million things running through his head when he bumped into Devan. "Sorry.." He mumbled, glancing up long enough to realize who she was. And that she was a girl. Which sent an unwelcome chill up his spine. He brushed past her, figuring he could always go to the library. There were bound to be minimal women there. He kept his head down, and continued to walk close to the grass.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan winced as her shoulder was struck, glancing up shyly. Her cheek was scraped and bruised from the fall down the stairs, and when she found herself looking at Terace's brother, she eyed him warily. Teramce said he didn't remember anything, but she sure did. "It's fine.." She whisoered, hugging a torn and bleeding arm closer to herself. It was far fresher than the scrape on her cheek. She lowered her face, stepping past him.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler just kept walking to the library. Once he got there, he scanned the shelves, just letting the cool air wash over him. He pulled one off that looked interesting, and brought it to a table in the back. He opened it up and started reading, letting himself get lost in the book like he had done so many times before. He never had many friends, books were his only escape. And they proved to still be his escape to this day.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan huffed, sitting down in the lot of the library and cleaning off her scraped arm before her eyes gradually became black. She could see the spirits in between, wandering. Not necessarily the ones a human eye could see, but the ones collected, escaped, or utterly lost. The three burn victims sneered at her and she glared, getting up. In the human world she vanished, now in between and with the spirits themselves. She kneed the lead guy in the groin. "Go to Hell," She snarled, wings pushing through her back and tearing up her shirt. She grabbed the guy by the wrist and he struck her across the face angrily. Even the ones who went to Hell were usually too weak to do much damage in this form. The guy must have had a lot of power. She stared at the ground, seemingly the same as in the living world. Vut unseen to them, a pit opened up, stairs. It grew hotter as she dragged him down with her, shoved him forward. He screamed as she did, and climbing back up, it closed. Instantaniously, from inside, a baby could be heard starting to cry. "Intuitive," She mumbled, touching at her cheek. She shirt was shredded, she was tired. Sitting back down on the curb, wings gone, she closed her eyes some, black peering out from eyelids as she drew in soft breaths, listening to the moans and pleas of the spirits.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler was so lost in his book that he didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep. He dreamt that he was watching his brother and mother dying, someone in the back of him kept telling him that it was because of him. He kept crying, saying he hadn't done anything. But they insisted that they were dying because of him, because he had done wrong. He woke up and looked around drowsily, realizing he was in the library. He closed the book, pushing it away.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan groaned softly, covering her ears after awhile. She needed to get inside somewhere where it was quiet, they were driving her insane. Studying her ripped shirt, she scowled, looked like she had been mugged. Getting up, she stepped dizzily towards the door, cringing as something let out a strangled cry.
There was soft weeping. Black eyes looked over her shoulder, a little girl looking around in confusion. She shuddered. The girl was dead. Rubbing at her temples she looked down, pulled open the door.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler looked up as Devan opened the door, looking at her for a moment. He couldn't help thinking she might be the only person he had ever really had even the thought of having feelings for. He usually just dismissed anything he ever felt, if he felt anything at all. He felt bad that she had a ripped shirt on, and pulled off his shirt. He walked over, handing it to her. "Why don't you sit? You look really shaken.." He said quietly, walking back to his table.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan hesitated but took the shirt with a whispered thanks, drawing it on. She rubbed at her scraped arm, wandering after him to the table. She sat down slowly, relaxing.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler opened his book again, looking down at where he had left off and began to read again. He chewed on his lip, trying to focus on his reading but found it difficult with Devan sitting across from him.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan rested her arms on the table and her head on top of them, closing her eyes with a soft but uneasy breath. It wasn't long before she was starting to doze, though, body completely relaxing.