after dark // p&s shaw

Jacket shrugged over boney shoulders, Artemis moved through the grey of ebbing twilight. She walked a tipe rope of bricks walls, along the tops of the walls that knitted the townhouses of the streets of District Two together, gardens to the left of her and a dark abyss of allyways to her right- if she were to fall into the darkness to her right, she would hit the ground, perhaps break her neck and if she fell to her left, she would at least be cushioned by unkempt grass of homes who stood neglected before she died.

Falling did not worry her in the slightest, she slinked like a cat along the wall, her dark clothes merging into the night, the only part of her visible to those who- if they looked up at the right moment- would see her pale face peering out from beneath her hood and perhaps a few palid strands of hair that frayed from their place but no good soul was out this late. Only those who indulged in some of Artemis's favourite things- drugs sex and alcohol- would be lurking in the shadow of the night.

Except for one good soul.

Artemis knew she would be there- before she even caught a glimpse of long golden hair burning like a candle in the night. She always was- and tonight, Artemis needed her to be. She slowed as she reached the garden, turning on her tip toes to face the large garden in which her cousin stood, face turned up towards the starlit sky. Glancing up, Artemis raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Still studying those old things?" She said, a grin spreading across her partially hiden face "Anyone else would think you had a fetish"