#* dyn. aster & allison

[cravesfreedom]

      It  wasn’t  easy  finding  her,  but she managed.  Aster had given up hunting almost entirely in favor of a ‘ normal ’ life  ---  college,  minimum wage job,  boys,   girls  ---  but that didn’t mean she forgot how to get things done.   Still,  it took some  digging.   Google is  useless  when trying to locate a hunter.   She had to suffer through many,  many  phone calls  &  a little bit of  groveling  until she  finally  retrieved Allison’s new number.  

      She needed her  help.   Three bodies were found on campus and police were calling it an  animal  attack.   ‘ Animal attack ’ was always code for :  we  have  no  fucking  idea.    Aster started looking into things herself,  but could only get so far without false identification  &  proper equipment  ---  all of which she’d left behind with her swearing, angry father.

      They’d arranged to meet at the campus café.  Aster arrived early,  grabbed two coffees,  &  smoothed out a wrinkled map where she’d marked where the bodies were found.

      Aster  Flores  rarely  gets  nervous,  especially around friends,  so why did a plume of butterflies arise in her stomach the  second  Allison walked through the café’s glass doors  ---  glossy curls bouncing, mouth curved  just  enough  to offer evidence of her dimples.   She blames the sudden onset of  jitters  on the coffee  &  suppresses it with a wide smile.

❛  Hey !   You look  ---  ❜     so,  incredibly  sexy,     ❛  ---  like what I’d imagine a modern  Xena  :  Warrior  Princess  would look like.  ❜

@antolcgias​​    //  aster  &  allison