Anna held the phone to her ear, pressing her hand flat against the glass that separated them. She was wearing his hologram watch.. she had changed her features just a bit, so she didn’t look as who she normally was. Her expression was warm and tender, swallowing.
“..I miss you..” She murmured softly. Hyper aware that they were being listened to and watched, she sniffled, “..I found the car.. you had left it at the corner of Night’inham..” she told him softly
When Syx was carted back to his cell and finally released back into the round room he curled up in his chair. Head on his knees as he began the count down to freedom.
Every second an eternity.
Every moment without touch hell.
To long.
Always too long.
The escape had happened exactly on time.. though it created a bit more chaos than had initially been planned, and Syx wound up having to be hauled out a bit more roughly than initially thought. He was safe though in the car after several minutes, racing off without so much as looking back on Minion’s part.
Back home, Anna was restless, pacing back and forth as she stared hard at the ground, returning to the monitors and checking them countless times.. she was anxious. She wanted Syx so bad she felt as if the desire was a physical weight that pressed onto her chest..
As soon as she saw them return on the monitor, she gasped audibly, her eyes widening. She turned and sprinted to where she knew the two would be coming out of. Slowing at the last second, Anna practically tackled into Syx, hugging him with a sound that had a complex mixture of emotions within
Syx was well used to plans not falling together perfectly after all no plan, no matter how great, survived first contact with the enemy. Or in this case Dad and all his guards. Syx did have quite a decent number of them on his personal payroll now, which helped considerably.
This, however, was an entirely new experience. Syx wrapped his arms around Anna, hugging her close, breathing in her scent. God, he’d missed her. He always felt touch deprived in prison, but now? Now it was far more torturous. Between her and Wayne he now had so much more to lose every time he was cut away from the world. A whole world of touch he’d only just discovered the joy of.
He looked a mess, his poor nutrition and lack of sleep showing heavily on his face. He really didn’t care, though. He had his Tiger back. Syx pressed kisses into her hair and face and neck. Anywhere he could reach, his voice rough as he murmured cheesily, “Honey I’m home.”
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