CHAPTER THREE ♔ heaven rain the colors down to form another prize

[romanticidal]

♬ someone like you (acoustic) - brian vander ark

WHO || Rafael, Buffy, Des
WHAT || The OT3 escapes Italy
WHERE || Venice --> etc
WHEN || June 8th
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

It's already about ten or eleven in the morning by the time Raf, Buffy, and Des made it to a hotel in Venice and got a couple rooms to crash in for a few hours, since they were running on zero sleep and a lot of adrenaline after their escape from Rome and subsequent barrage of revelations.

A few hours of rest is all they're looking for before they make their way back to London, but they're still cut off from the Knights, thanks to Iscariot taking all their phones.

When Buffy's eyes flutter open after some very, very satisfying sleep, it might take her a moment to realize that she's actually awake. Rafael's face is remarkably close to her own since they're sharing a pillow, and his own eyes are open, studying her face with a thoughtful, fond expression and the shadow of a smile on his cheek. One of his arms is still wrapped around her, and he squeezes her side when he sees she's awake and greets her gently.

"Buongiorno, carina."

Comments

[slay]

I hope you're right.

[ Buffy shakes her head, glancing out the window. ]

Because if she doesn't feel safe, then it means she's terrified right now. [ And Buffy sure as hell doesn't wish that on her. ] But she knows exactly what she's doing. He's hurt Elena more than any of us—he got under her skin, and betrayed her. [ Wis 21 to remember their conversation about how Elena doesn't hate him, even now. ] If he's playing her, she knows it. Which means we can get her back.

[romanticidal]

Si. We must. [ no doubt about it. get off our ladies' dicks, bad guys. raf is 100% over it. ]

[nothingsodivine]

We will.

[100% confidence from Des over here. Mr. I REALLY NEED TO STOP MAKING PROMISES I CAN'T KEEP.]

[slay]

[ She doesn't seem sure she believes that. They didn't precisely help Vi after all, did they? Losing her husband is no rescue. Rubbing a hand over her forehead, she stands. ]

Some knights are locking down Heathrow to try and keep Elena from leaving the country with him. I'm gonna tell the pilot to divert course to a private airport. They'll send someone to pick us up there.

[romanticidal]

Let us hope then that they have found her before we even arrive.

[nothingsodivine]

We could use a good miracle about now. [He's just saying. Life sucks. He's optimistic that they'll get her back, but they'll probably have to go to Andres to do it, unless something fucking falls out of the sky.]