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Darius
Facial features pinched in a wince from the looming sun, Darius brought a hand up and rested it against his brows, temporarily shadowing the upper half of his face so he could see. His figure rested, slightly hunched, on a simple tree stump, occasionally shifting to the left as a lithe figure behind him made her way back and forth on a fallen log, and needed something to steady her balance on. He'd mind it more if she weighed anything, but he could hardly feel Sonny's weight on his shoulders when she passed. She sang a familiar song beneath her breath, in between little pants from the warm air and gasps if her foot slipped -- it was a tune he'd heard so many times it was nearly white noise.
"bless this house, may peace dwell within, protect all that enter, whether friend or kin -- "
With each passing, he caught the strong musk of sage attached to her skin -- everyone knew sage meant Sonny was near by. It loomed in the van, in his own camper, and on everything she owned -- mixed with everyone's preferred musk, that is. His was sandalwood -- from the incense, which he burned at certain times of the day, specifically when he was reading, or just trying to concentrate in general. He had little incense holders all over his dwelling place, some were hidden, some in plain sight, some were bought from a gas station and others, hand made or improvised -- but never in people's way. They proved as little signature marks for Darius, especially the ashes. Everyone had something like that -- a little reminder that, hey, I'm here, this is my mark. He wasn't really sure how he'd managed to accumulate so many souls in one place, for a half assed mission, but it was interesting -- he had plenty to watch and observe, though that's as far as Darius really got with anyone on a personal level. His mind was always surface level in the moment, but primarily dominated by his fixation -- entities. Specifically, an entity. One among an infinite realm.
Which explained how he watched the faces he'd come to know with the interest of a passing stray cat, while his hand gripped an abused notepad that sat on a droopy wrist, bent over his knee. He had a tool for documentation of his thoughts and findings on him at all times, be it a recorder, a paper, or a mutual witness -- Darius was considered by everyone as some degree of obsessive, but outside thoughts had little time to reside within his mind, he was simply, too occupied.
"Who's ready to get back on the road?" He asked out loud, after his eyes had dropped back onto the note pad. MAINE was scribbled all over the neglected page, with strikes through it, unnecessary amounts of question marks, circles, just about every handwritten sign to allude he was not certain it was the right place for the group to be.
Sonny
On the balls of her feet, Sonny walked from one end of the rugged, fallen oak to the other, fingers stretching from her hands which hovered inches away from her hips, as if the extension aided in her balance. She teetered back and forth, biting too hard on her lip, the pale skin between her brows slightly glistening from the constant exposure to sunlight -- she was occupying her very bored self, waiting to regroup and get back on the road. They had stopped to stretch, but that was like, a million years ago -- she wanted to leave and get where they were going, especially because Darius had forbid her from wandering off to explore, and nearly bit her head off when she tried to anyways. Something about her being naive. She responded brilliantly with well, you're a butt which was received with a laugh.
"Who's ready to get back on the road?"
"I am!"
"We know you are Sonny."
Her docile expression suddenly crumpled, thinly groomed brows meshing together to express discontent, "What if Maine doesn't have anything?"
She bobbed along the log, missing Darius's head abruptly cocking up -- she had unknowingly picked up on his anxieties, unable to decipher that an irrelevant worry like that did not match her prior thoughts, pertaining only to how soon could they get there. She missed his eyes on her, only turning around to catch him reverting back to his former posture, slightly slouched, bare elbows on his knees clad in faded beige. "Pierre didn't have anything either," He answered, though he didn't seem to really talk to her, it was more like completing his own war of thoughts. Neither his warring mind, nor the blonde behind him, could really argue with that -- she shrugged, and, using his tense shoulder to balance her, Sonny stepped down from the fallen log, doe eyes lingering on him with an unexplained gleam of concern before she broke their one sided physical contact, and she attempted to shift her attention elsewhere.
"Oh! Wait, the sage," She elegantly made her way to the van, disappearing inside for a moment only to come back outside, this time with a bundle of fresh sage and a lighter.
"You just saged the car before we left," Darius remarked.
"A little more can't hurt, we need all the protection we can get with what we do," She responded, the same response she always gave. She lit the bundle and waved it around the door, peering around past both shoulders before sprinkling a little black salt along the threshold. She knew Brad would be mad if he caught her putting 'dirt' inside the car again, he claimed they 'tracked it everywhere' and that it got the floors dirty. "Just a liiittle pinch,"
She breathed, quietly proud of her ritual.
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