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It was strange that he hadn't picked up on her scent the moment he had entered the bar let alone sat down at it, now that he was aware of her the scent that surrounded him was stirring more than just old memories and a rush of emotions Richard wasn't entirely sure what to do with. So he sat there, like a frozen statue as if he were that unnoticeable to everyone in the place, most of all her. His blue eyes flicked over to her once again, lingering and a little inspecting before he tore them away and almost wishing this was some memory come to haunt him.

Richard was like his uncle in the respect that he was raised by the man but what he had adopted from the other wolf more than any morales or manners Richie might have learned was the way his mind could wander from the sun and brood in the past with a shroud of darkness uncharacteristic to the otherwise charismatic wolf. There was a moment where Richard was sure he'd get lost in that cloud of thought when Lenora broke the silence he realized had stretched between them. The tall man finally shifted in his seat, eyelids batting a few times over his eyes before Richard shifted his sharp blue gaze over to where she sat.

Large shoulders relaxed some as Richie shifted to lean against the bar, suit jacket already unbuttoned and the white shirt underneath loose a couple clasps at the collar as well, despite that he felt suddenly on fire as if he'd set the place ablaze and Richard knew it was entirely because of how close he was to Lenora. A decade apart and she still set every one of his senses on edge, tuning into her as if there was no one else in the world.

A question almost bubbled past his lips quite impulsively but with the clearing of his throat, it had taken Richard far too long to learn how to reel in his words which often came out without thought or little filter but he was so in tune to Lenora he wanted to be careful what he said. But that didn't stop him from wondering what else she felt, if she could hear his thudding heart and the racing thoughts in his head. He couldn't help but try and lean closer, body drawn to her the longer he sat in her presence despite several chairs that separated them. "Hello to you too, Lenora," he spoke finally, his tone low and laced with something that was close to sorrow but not completely, old feelings that bubbled in his chest where his heart hammered.

The road trip all the way there had been the best part of whatever this was. She didn't even want to come in the first place, but the job required it, and whatever the job required, Lenora had to uphold, as dutiful as ever. It didn't mean she was going to do it with a smile... or without a little booze. Maybe a lot of booze. She so clearly didn't fit in this fancy and pompous environment, sitting at the bar with her double vodka. She tried, really she did, slipping on a black dress to appear as meek and boring as all those people, but the leather jacket hanging from her stool at the bar and the perpetual, slightly scary, look of annoyance on her face simply shattered that illusion for anyone willing to look a little too close.

And someone was. She had felt it the moment that person sat at the bar. To be perfectly honest she had felt it the moment they entered the room. Felt the tingle floating at her nape, as familiar as her own breathing now. The feeling that she wasn't the only dangerous thing in the perimeter anymore. It wasn't that unusual to run into supernatural creatures on her jobs and so at first she didn't really try to pinpoint where that sensation came from, but when it grew stronger, closer, she just had to look from the corner of her eye. And fuck, she shouldn't have. Why did it have to be him? Why was he here? Lenora had tried to keep tabs on him for a few years after they parted ways but she had stopped when she realized her obsession was simply hurting her further. Maybe if she had kept up with it, she wouldn't be in this bloody situation.

She wanted to ignore him, really she did. But she felt his eyes on her, felt him shift on his seat, felt every single breath of his only a few stools away, sitting at the same bar. It was infuriating, irritating. Her heritage had always let her feel danger of any kind, but when it came to him, it had always been something else. Yes the danger of his nature had called to her at first, just like any kind of danger always had, but the immediate bond they had then formed had taken a life of its own in her veins and as much as she hated to admit it, some traces of it still seemed to remain, her blood humming at the near presence of him, making her all too aware of his every move. Making her all too impulsive - as if this wasn't already the worst of her flaws. So as much as she had wanted to keep quiet in hopes he would just disappear, unable to deal with her own feelings of seeing him there almost ten years after the last time they had laid eyes on each other, it seemed her body had decided otherwise. ❝ You know I can feel you sitting there, right? ❞