INTO THE SUN
(watch me disappear)

Versailles' lips ease into a smile, glad that Alex remembers her. "I can get you something, if you don't mind waiting a few seconds." With that, she's off, heading towards what sparse treeline the territory has to offer - she's made her home there, up in the trees, as far away from the Observatory as possible despite the fact that her room remains untouched. There's still much haunting the four walls, the shards of the mirror still scattered across the floor; the clean air, the vantage point in the trees provides her reassurance, comfort - nothing whispers in the wind except the careful trill of bats and birds overhead.

When she reaches the treeline, she flexes her claws and begins a steady climb, launching herself up before scrambling the rest of the way, curved nails finding holds in the rough bark. There's still a handful of carcasses on the branches, and she thinks back to Alex's smaller form before taking an untouched beaver from where it dangles, clutching it carefully between her teeth as she starts her descent.

She hopes Alexander isn't squeamish. Versailles hasn't really seen him eat before.

She's quick to make her way back, easily carrying the meat until she's seeing them in the distance. For a second, there's a soft smile on her face - the easiness of it all is rather tranquil - but then something twinges in her right eye and she's stopping, bowing her head as she squeezes her lids shut. Something's burning, burning again in her eyeball, and her teeth sink deep into the carcass as she tries her hardest not to scream from the agony.

It lasts for only a second, a reminder of her ailment, but when she lifts her head, her one hazel eye is breathing - burning brighter, lower with every breath - like a massive ember set on coal sclerae. Hoping nobody bore witness to it, she wanders back over and feigns normalcy, dropping the beaver on the ground before pushing it towards Alex with her paw. "You should eat. I promise that's fresh."

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Bastille was likely to be close behind either Hazel or Vi, and the combination of them both was... well, a pretty big draw for him. Ever since his sister had reappeared in particular, he had been keen on keeping an eye on her. Something was off, beyond just her changed appearance, and he was worried about her out of obligation or attachment or something. He felt like he should be willing to burn down cities and destroy half the world for her, because she was his blood, and he felt like worrying about her despite barely knowing her was justified. He just wished he know how the fuck to even go about checking to see if she was okay.

In the meantime, he stopped close to her side, bumping idly against her the slightest bit. He was naturally a contact seeker, but particularly when he felt the darkness radiating from her aura. What the fuck had happened to her? Bast held in his questions, however, and focused on Alex. Offered the boy a half smile. [b]"Good to see you again, kiddo. Let us know next time you take a trip, yeah?"

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