Bringing A Master Home [Black Hand x Eloquence]

[Define.Eloquence]

Luna pulled her coat tightly around her as she felt the cool breeze kick up. With her other hand she adjusted the strap of the backpack that had begun to slip from her shoulder. In it she only carried a change of clothes and a few toiletries. Enough to last her for one night, because that was all that she would need. Surely he wouldn't be able to turn her down. They were close... once. Even if it was ages ago she knew he would come back with her. He had to. For her.

She tucked a few stray pieces of her long, dark hair behind her ear. She didn't understand how people could live here. It was so loud, there were so many things happening all at once. The smells, the sights... it was just too much for her. It was sensory overload at its finest. There was no way he could be enjoying it here, right? There at least had to be a small part of him that missed the compound. The peace, the quiet, the freedom. What freedom could be had here, with the government restricting them with silly rules and strange laws. There is no way he could be who he was meant to be here.

Luna probably looked crazy to the people around her. She glanced around constantly, very obviously paranoid. Outside of the compound she had nobody to protect her. There was no family here, no master to keep her untouched and unharmed by the outside World. With that thought she picked up her pace, her slim legs carrying her thin frame through and around the people at the subway station. She took the stairs two at a time, thankful to finally be out of the chaos. She boarded a bus directly outside of the station, feeling herself growing more nervous. What if she couldn't convince him? What if he was happy here? What if he said no? She felt herself growing anxious and began fiddling with her nails as all of the negative thoughts flooded her mind.

Finally, the bus reached her stop and she stepped off of it reluctantly. This is it, she thought, staring at the lovely open park in front of her. Now just to find him. She set off at a brisk pace, entering the park and following the man-made pathway. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult to find him.

 

[Black Hand]

Ronald sat down on the bench as indicated in the letter. He didn't even know up until an hour ago that he would even be coming here to meet whoever it was that sent the message, so he ended up wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a plain white T-shirt. But considering how hot a day like today was, maybe not wearing something like a tank top was a bad choice. There was a solid sheen of sweat visible from a look at his pits. if this person was't here at 2 like they said they would be, there was going to be hell to pay.

Ron lived a quite life. he went to school, payed his bills on time, had some friends. he rarely had a girlfriend for very long. he didn't really know how to handle most women very well. Probably because the ones he'd known growing up weren't exactly like most women. It was one of the many many reasons that even years after escaping it, he still cursed his upbringing.

He vaugelly watched a man throwing a Frisbee to his dog to entertain himself. why was that man out today? Didn't he know how hot it was? Maybe he should save his playtime with his little buddy unti- Wait, was there some guy walking through the park in a trench coat and fedora? How hot must it be under there?