#and then the 2nd fic should be great for spooky season considering im letting kai go off and be as scary as he wants lmao

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wip thursday for Hits Different <3 hoping to post in the next day or so!! and my 2nd fic should hopefully start next week for the 16th!!

Bonnie watches the sunset from her plane window, bouncing Josie absently on her knee. 

Her god daughter looks around happily, curious and confused as the plane zips through the air. She curls one tiny hand around the curve of Bonnie’s palm, absently siphoning to keep herself calm. In the seat next to her, Lucie dozes in Ric’s arm, lulled to sleep by the little enchanted lion clutched in her hands. 

Bonnie lets her gaze run over Ric, listening to him snore softly. His head is dropped back at an awkward angle, supported with a bit of magic to keep him from getting too sore. She can see the exhaustion in every line of his face, his brow pinched even as he dreams. He’s hardly stopped working since the twins left, hunting and searching through every journal for something they might be missing. 

Aside from the knife, which Enzo swears he can help them locate, they've dug up every story about Cade they can find. It's only made them more determined, learning how vindictively possessive he can be over his prized souls. 

“Hey,” she murmurs, nudging Ric awake. “We're landing.” 

“Hm? Yeah,” he nods, sitting up with a start. His eyes are clouded as he looks at her, but he blinks and clears his gaze. “You let me sleep?” 

“Just for an hour,” she says, softly. “You needed it.”

Ric's eyes narrow, surveying her wearily. “You're one to talk.” 

Bonnie swallows tightly, flicking her eyes back out the window. The sky grows steadily darker, Richmond stretching out beneath them like an old familiar blanket. Ric's right, and she knows it. 

It's been weeks since she had a decent night's sleep. 

Every time she closes her eyes and lets her mind drift, she’s plagued with visions of Kai. She sees each kill, each swipe of a blade or whispered spell, unable to do anything but watch as he tears through entire hoards of criminals to gather souls. There’s something undeniably unsettling about watching him work, the deadened look in his gaze chilling her from the inside out. 

When he calls to check in with her, usually early in the morning or late into the night, he’s deceptively kind, sweet in a way that makes her heart ache. He keeps his answers vague, limiting them to a small handful of words before coaxing her into her own long winded explanations. 

But as they sleep, when the connection between them opens up despite the distance, there's no hiding what he's done to keep Jo from getting involved.