::He might have thought he could escape so easy. Ash's warmth was gone. Cypress knew instantly, that he was up around. Inside she felt the stitches of her heart pull and tug with grief. He had been gone a week, a week. It was the worst week of her life. A frown pressed to lips pale as moonlight. Almost deathly pale at times, could she be. As if the sun never graced her skin. Cypress hurried from bed the moment Ash flicked on the coffee maker. The chirring sound, and the first instant drop into the pot.

Clothing were tossed on. Pants with so many chains, and a shirt long enough to hide most of her flesh. She was working with Sphinx today, once again. Something about carving up the bodies made Cypress relax. The whirlwind of Japanese Cherry Blossoms, foretold of her coming to Ash. The ring, was the fist thing noticed on his form. Pale hand reached out to caress the pewter metal. The scent of Silent lingered on it, before Cypress removed her hand.

"Will you take me to work, my Ulfric?"

Cypress did not think Ash a taxi. It was a rouse to be near him as possible. Hours, Cypress could handle. A week had been death. She would not tell him such. Cypress held her secrets as all did. She buried her secrets in her mind, suppressed them to give no one a reason to think otherwise. That was until Ash. He could read her better than anyone; as she could read him. He understood her deepest thoughts of death of life and all else.

When he was ready, Cypress would follow him to her car. Having given him a set of keys to Death Dealer. Cypress was only selfish in this possession. No one, besides her was allowed to drive her hearse, all but one man. Her Ulfric.::