Beaming from ear to ear, The Hunter actually took a moment to simply savor The Sound of her voice, like a breath of fresh air he hadn't realized he'd gone so long without.<i>"I missed you." </i>He muttered lightly, without truly realizing the words had left him. However once he finally got his head out of the clouds and was able to actually hold a conversation without swooning like a love sick Teenager Wes gave an amused chortle as she reprimanded him for once again, being late. "<i>Yeah I know, I know. Had to pay a visit to an Old Friend, ain't exactly a convienent way to reach them as well. Was a productive visit though." </i>Wes gave a small smirk as he glanced over to his bags resting on the opposite end of The Boat. While Ava and the rest of Her Order had the benefits of what he assumed was an extremely reliable stream of supplies and weaponry, The Lone Hunter had found himself sorely lacking in the same department.<br/><br/>Though he had improved his Arsenal somewhat over The Years, The True pay off came from The Knowledge she had provided him, along with various charms, strange brews and "Blessed" ammunition, such as The Silver Arrows he carried with him into that shifter den and Bullets carved with intricate designs. Wes didn't bother asking where exactly she had come into possession of such objects, it wasn't like there was a Hunting Shop right next door to her little home in The Middle of Nowhere. At the same time, he didn't need to know. She had supplied him fairly for The Work he would do for her in return, an unspoken agreement between the two. And despite her knowledge of his. . .affliction, she treated him no different than she would any other lost soul who crossed her path. Something he had found crossing his mind as his attention focused back to The Lovely Angel on the other end of The Line.<br/><br/><i>"Little shopping hmm? Well. Now that you mention it, I do think we're low on Milk and Laundry Detergent. Oh! And I also may or may not have eaten that last Star Crunch I promised I was saving for you. Chasing you around in my dreams works up quite an appetite." </i>Wes rolled his eyes at his own little line, but his tone remained playful and genuine. And maybe somewhere in there, he gave a glimmer of hope to what he may have enjoyed for their future. It was strange for someone to say they craved that quiet life, boring routines and shopping lists after experiencing a world that few could even begin to dream of. But he couldn't help but desire that charming little life, waking up every morning, pulling her into him as they lay on their sides and he desperately attempted to pull his side of The Blankets back his way. Greeting those beautiful eyes every morning, Dogs by their feet. . .the soft coo coming from a nearby cr-<br/><br/>Wes quickly caught himself before he fell down that<i>deep </i>rabbit hole. He'd only known her for literally a second, it was foolish to ever think that way. Day dream or not, he physically gave himself a few light slaps and stern shake of the finger as he caught his reflection against the calm Bayou Waters. Luckily, once again, she was able to pull him back to reality with perfect timing, giving him the answer he was hoping to hear. Of course he would have loved to serenade her all night once again as they fell asleep, but it had felt like decades since that charming little Hotel Room.<i>"Yeah...me too. Sounds perfect, even if it's just for tonight." </i>The Hunter smiled warmly, catching sight of The Banks and the Black Truck waiting nearby for his return.<i>"Just You and Me, No Hunting, No Jobs, No Business and No Worries at all just. . .a nice little walk through New Orleans. 7:30 sound good?"</i><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">*******​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>
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