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spam } horatio

[When Cassel picks the lock on Horatio's door and slides inside, silent as a cat in the dark, he finds the man asleep in a hammock hanging gently above creaky floorboards. For a moment he regards him in the dim light coming from the hallway, considering all of his options. He could easily turn Horatio into something unspeakably vile as punishment. It might even be right.]

[Instead, he pulls a black silk cloth out of his pocket and, leaning up on his tiptoes, ties it around Horatio's eyes and behind his head. Then he sits in the corner of the room, legs crossed and eyes half-open, waiting for the man with his naked hands to wake up.]

private } daneca

I need your help with something. Or someone, I guess.

What do you do for blowback? I have some techniques that I used on my mom, but - you probably have better ones. She never really tried to control it.

private } needy

[In between all of this, he's almost surprised by the arrival of Needy's file. He's still a warden here. Even though Czeslaw's gone, he gets another chance.]

[As he reads it, a smile grows on his face. Nothing he's reading is good, but it's not - foreign, either, even when it technically is. He doesn't feel lost. He feels - intrigued.]

[He's still half-smiling when he opens the feed, cocking his head at her through the connection.]

So. You pissed?

open spam } gardens

[He sits under a tree, making statues.]

[Maybe this will frighten people, now that they have some context: he's got his gloves off, folded carefully at his side. There is scrap metal - soda cans and piles of paper clips - by his knee. This he uses to build his statues, long, thin, somewhat overwrought looking things, melded and twisted by his transformation into something vaguely human.]

[Occasionally he pauses and takes a sip of the open mug of steaming coffee at his other knee. Then he goes back to building ugliness.]

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[He smiles wide at her, one of those sunny smiles that coming from him could mean the truth or a lie or pretty much anything in between. But he's happy. For now, he's happy, because there is a girl sitting here who used to be his enemy and now - isn't a friend, but isn't an enemy, either. Not really. They have reached detente, and now he can say things that make her look at him like he's a person. Maybe he is, at that.]

[She is, has always been, Elena, to him, in all her complexity. All her different guises. It's all part of the same girl. Not even Salvatores can change that.]

[He pushes the statue towards her, lowering his eyes to watch it go.]

You can have whichever one you want. It's like a peace offering. Right?

[Elena picks the statue up, turning it over in her hand a moment before resting it in front of her.]

Right, [she says with a nod and a smile.]

[Elena isn't sure if they'll ever necessarily be friends. There was a lot of damage done there, most of which was Elena's doing. But they don't need to be enemies with each other anymore. They don't have to be looking over their shoulder where the other one is concerned. Something like that on the Barge is a big deal all on its own.]

[It's great and it feels good.]

But you decide to start pulling pranks on me or something like that, it's absolutely full-on war again and I won't accept any surrender.

Well, at that point, I'd be asking for it. So war would be cool with me.

[He grins and tips his chin up, indicating the statue.]

What're you gonna do with it?

[Elena's quiet while she thinks of where she could put it in her room.]

I think I'll put it where my diary goes. [She picks it back up.] It'd make a nice guard, don't you think?

[Elena makes a face, turning the little statue to face Cassel and wiggling it a little before laughing and setting it back down.]

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