illuxinated | [For Jason] Post-TR Day

Lux doesn't have a watch. She'd not been wearing one the day she turned up, fresh from a midnight swim, and she doesn't know what time it is aside from that it's late.

Really late. Late enough that Baze might start to worry if he wasn't so busy trying to hump that Kate chick so that he can go make a new family with her and her baby and her stupid hut with its stupid palm fronds.

Distantly, Lux understands that having these thoughts means two things: She's a cliche, and she's drunk.

Neither of those things seem to matter much, though, when held against the fact that it's so damned hot here, humidity creeping up under the thin fabric of her sundress and making her skin sticky. Tromping through the jungle, she pauses to lift the weight of her hair from the nape of her neck and then realizes as she stares into the inky darkness that she's got absolutely no idea where she is.

"Oh, just great," she spits out, dropping her hair to fling both arms out in an emphatic gesture that there is no one to see.

Threaded | Flat

Jason's head feels full, sore in a way that's not a headache but a bone deep one, too many wretched thoughts bouncing against his skull and making his old scar sing in sympathy.

He'd trailed them, Boyd and the cowboy, followed them to the Compound to make sure that Boyd was safely deposited, and he's been wandering ever since, tired and miserable in a way he can only associate with being dumb enough to give a fuck.

He ought to be grateful that he hadn't had to put Boyd down, and he is, but there's a whole ocean of rage in Jason's gut that needs to be burned through before he can feel the relief, and he swallows down every ounce of it at the sight of a blonde head in front of him.

It's late. Way too late for a girl to be wandering, in the city or the jungle or anywhere else. Jason stops and eyes her, wondering how the hell he's going to call attention to himself without her chewing him a new one again.

Finally he frowns, jogging a few silent steps closer and calling as soft as he knows how, "Lux."

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