Hunters at the point [Connor]

It’s only half past six, but the city is blanketed both in darkness and a thick layer of freshly falling snow. Shaking the powdery substance from his hair and shoulders, Kestrel ducks under an overhang, fumbling in his pocket for his cigarettes. He slips one between pursed lips, lights in with his hands cupped against the wind, and takes a deep drag.

It’s not as satisfying as one might think- deities don’t react to nicotine the same way as mortals- but it keeps his mouth occupied, and the heat feels good against his fingers. Cold might not harm a man of stone in the same way it harms humans, but he’s still not fond of it.

Across the street, there’s a mid-sized nightclub, down the block a bustling convenience store. The rest of the area appears deserted, but Kestrel’s eyes are drawn to a lone light above a boarded up storefront. One might easily overlook it as an emergency light, or perhaps an impoverished tenant, but Kestrel knows better. Despite the silence of the streets, there are dozens of people crammed into the tight second story building. Their business is the reason Kestrel is here.

But first, he needs to find his Connor. The young man has yet to arrive, though perhaps that’s because Kestrel is early. He takes a few more drags from the cigarette, and waits quietly for his friend to appear.

TAGS: Sorbet as Connor

NOTES: K and Con at last!

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