Hey y'all, I'm back! Sorry for the delay, I'm gonna try to publish a new chapter once a week. Feel free to nudge me if I'm late.
Chapter One: Obsession
Halt bit back another angry comment. "It's fine, it's fine." He waved it off, and turned away.
Again? AGAIN?! Really. This was the fourth village they'd been to with someone claiming to have information. The fourth. They all had nothing.
Halt growled. Moving on, then.
Gilan stood next to the window of their room. Will's numerous cuts were doing nicely, they'd used a mixture Malcolm had invented to paste on them and the cuts healed up almost immediatelty. The bombs had been inspired by Malcolm too. He'd came up with all sorts of things to scare people from Grimsdell Wood, and one in particular had need only a little tweaking.
Halt had been happy to put all the blame for the horrendous fake beard on Will. It was believable, but, just not practical.
Gilan's eye caught on Halt storming down the street towards the inn. "He's coming back."
Will barely glanced up from his parchments. "Angry as ever?"
Gilan nodded. He stepped away from the window and let the curtain fall back. "He's getting obssessed. He still isn't listening to me."
Will scrunched his mouth up and shrugged. He shuffled the parchments, and scribbled a note on one. "What do want me to do? He's not listening to me any better than you. Worse actually."
Gilan sat on the cot in the corner. That was true. Halt had pulled away from all of them considerbly in the past two weeks. Will had retreated into himself too. Horace was even noticing it all.
The door busrt open. Halt strode in.
Will didn't look up, Gilan sighed. "The same as the rest?"
Halt growled. "Why are we going to all these idiots?"
Gilan stood. "Eventually one of them will know something."
Halt rolled his eyes and plopped into a chair.
Gilan looked Halt over. His face was tired, eyes a bit red, shoulders stiff, jaw set. If this kept up, Gilan would have to make Halt go home. If he could make Halt listen. If it came to it, he'd send a letter to Crowley.
"What're you looking at?" Halt snapped, his burr was getting stronger.
"You need to stop. You're obssessed."
"I am not-!"
Gilan cut him off. "Yes you are. If you don't listen to me, I'll tell Pauline." he raised a brow in challenge.
Halt huffed. "Fine." he eyed Gilan, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Pauline always worked. At least for now.
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Gilan sat slightly hunched over on Blaze, as they trudged forward.
Horace rode beside Gilan. Halt and Will were a little ways behind them, silence reigned.
"Hartouin's only a couple kilometers ahead," Gilan said.
Horace nodded. He glanced back then sighed. "I thought they were doing better, after rescuing us and all," he whispered.
Gilan shrugged. "They were. Halt's caught up in this Seamus buisness. Him escaping is grating on Halt."
Horace's brow furrowed. "It's only been two weeks-"
Gilan cut him off with a look.
They had to do something.
