Silent was covered..Not just having a few bits of dusts and nastiness..She was COVERED. She was filthy..Dirty...And she loved it. She had been working on the indoor garden the asylum had ripping up weeds that had over grown in the place..Killing a couple of snakes (real ones) that had made the place that would be her home...Their own..Each time a head came off with her shovel she couldnt help but grin.
Sick pleasures right? Not if you dealed with the likes of many that she had. But in the mist of all the junk. The decay..The death. She found it. Orchids. They were beautiful. In need of care...Of someone to love them and bring them back to life.Running into the room where she had bunked down she would grab one of the large bowls she brought from the pack house and ran back into the garden only to fill the bowl with dirt and the poor flower.
Ash..He would know what to do. SHe would smile some. Grabbing her stuff she headed over to the hookah to grab some of Charos version of Sils stuffed lamb and would head to the pack house talking to the flower.Once home she went right into the house..Marched right into Ashes office..The parade of Sati and Lafite in her wake...She should really bring them to the Asylum..They would have more room to run..But she didnt trust the place.
Setting the gift on his desk in that ugly plastic bowl that looked like it could of been some kind of sand bucket. She would grab a some of the crisp white computer paper from his printer.
"She needs you..To save her. I miss you. I think we should I dunno...Talk. I found a new wolf. She wants to meet you. Shes kinda sweet. I love you. Silent"
She could of wrote more..Wanted to actually. But she didnt know how to yet. Put her feelings into words.
When the CORE had said that they needed his help he had gone without question. After all, these were the people who had helped get the pack moved to Rome, not to mention everything else they had done for him over the years. It hadn't even been a question of whether or not to go. Simply something he had needed to do. In a way that kind of hunting was freeing for him, and it gave him time to think instead of simply being forced to react to each new thing being thrown at him. The thinking was a good thing, it helped to clear out some of the muck and let him see things as they really were. Or as he thought they were.
Having just arrived home he went to his study to check on his voicemails and see if any letters had been set aside for him. Pushing open the door his hand was already on the belt of his shoulder holster to loosen the ties and slip out of it. The pack house was one place where he had begun to loosen up on the armory.
Inside the doorway he paused with his deft fingers still against the holster. The smell of the orchid was faint, but entrancing. Few people really knew of his little hobby, and as his hands fell away from the holster strap he moved towards the potted plant on the desk. Pale fingers touched lightly against the softness of the withered petals and he knew immediately what it would look like when it was in full bloom.
Lightning kissed blue eyes fell to the note beside the pot and he picked it up to read it as he moved around the desk to fall with boneless grace into his seat. It was one of the very things that had been so much on his mind lately, and he touched the spot where she had signed her name with a sort of reverence before setting the letter aside. First he would check his messages, then if all went well he would drive out to the asylum and offer Silent his help with her pet project.