bakerstreet | Into the night, we dissappear.

Consensual Kidnapping

“Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.”

The search parties are out, the flags are raised, because you're missing. Gone without a trace, really.

Or are you?

There's a suspect in your disappearance, someone who absolutely had to take you away by force. The picture's clear to all outside parties.

Except it isn't that clear-cut. You've left, yes, and you've been taken, of course, but you weren't strong-armed into it. You went with this person, this suspect, of your own free will. Because you love them, because you can't be together otherwise, because they offer a better opportunity regardless of your feelings towards them, because you want to escape someone else you know for certain you can't love, or just because you can.

Those people who believe you've been snatched away, they don't get it. They don't know you were given a choice...you took it.

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"Of course I'll be near. You're one of us now." He was very sure of that.

The van growls when it stops, and Cross breaks out the checkers board. Martin hops out of the front and stretches, been driving too long.

"You ready, Drummer?"

She smiled, murmuring a 'thanks' as Vogel handed over what was definitely a towel, and a clean one aside from the one corner that had been used to clean up spilled nail polish and the edge that was definitely charred, and she wasn't going to ask about that because she was pretty sure the only answer she'd get was that it had been on fire.

She nodded at the question, stretching and slinging the towel over her shoulder, drawing herself upright, "Yeah. Let's do this."

Martin walked over to the body of water, looking behind him and reaching out for Amanda's hand if it looks like she might stumble over a rock or two.

"Okay, Drummer, go for it. Cannonball."

He pulls his vest and shirt off, gently folds his glasses and sits them on top of them.

It was obvious from the worn-down walking path that they weren't the first people to have the same idea, and that was a good thing as far as she was concerned, meant that the water was actually safe enough to swim in, and the fact that it was clear enough she could actually see the bottom fairly far out just reinforced that.

Shoes got kicked off first, a brief hesitation followed, barely a flicker before pants and shirt followed, the towel shaken out across the rumpled pile to keep it all together, "Not deep enough for that, not on this side." Was all she had to say, giving a little shake of her head, though that wasn't going to stop her from getting as far out as she could as quickly as she could, laughing when she was finally up to her waist and meeting actual resistance, "Okay cold, but not bad!"

Martin keeps his jeans on when he wades into the water over to her. He looks like he's afraid she's going to slip and almost thoughtlessly holds his arms out to her sides. He stays within arm's reach.

"Very cold. Kin'a refreshing, though."

"You are going to be uncomfortable later." She said with a warm laugh, of course, there was also the fact that if he didn't have anything on under his jeans she didn't want to know, "You'll be fine once you dry out again, though." She added, slogging just a little further out herself, toes curling against the pebbly floor of the pond, lake, whatever it was.

It was nice, and she hadn't expected that, not really, but then there was a lot going on at the moment that she hadn't expected, and she was trying to take it in stride.

"We can probably build a fire over there, in that clearin'." Martin motions with a nod. "I'll be fine."

He wades around the water a little bit, even dipping down. Sliding through the water like a shark. It'd been a long time since he did something that made him feel free that didn't include ruining something.

"Fire will help, for sure, dry everything right out." She'd been camping before, once or twice, drying out in front of the fire wasn't ideal, but it was doable, and that was good enough for her.

She hesitated briefly, but pushed off, twisting herself over to float on her back, forcing herself to stay calm even as the water distorted the sounds around her, it wasn't cold enough to make her panic, and more than that she had no reason to panic, she just had to focus on that part.

She was right where she wanted to be.

Into the night, we dissappear.

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