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[It's honestly probably a very good thing that Alex had her phone in her hand otherwise there's no way in hell that she would have been able to hear it ring. When it does she just stares at it before she shouts over the din of the loud tech music:]

Hold on.

[There's the sound of her moving through the club, and finally out the door of it where the background noise fades to something more like crowd noise. Alex moves past that before she speaks, and she sounds a little drunk but not shitfaced.]

How the hell do you even know where Excessus is? And yes, Amalia is fine. Trust me, she's a very good Domme who is much in demand. I am fine. And Warren didn't even know I was there!

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[imarealistnotacynic]

He is about to respond with tenderness, with affection - but there is a bell that rings in his head. Something...something he knew...

"Alex go find Simon."

It is so...strange to have fallen into belief so readily. It feels like years have passed, and he couldn't tell if they did or didn't.

"Trust me. Find him. He will know."

[11calls]

Alex just blinks at him again--she's never really known how to find Simon, he's always the one who finds her honestly. And Alex still doesn't even know for sure where she is. But she believes him, and she believes in him, which is why she kisses him good and hard before she speaks quickly. "Okay, tell me how to get out of here, Richard. And I'll go."

[imarealistnotacynic]

"Down the stairs. I'll walk you there."

He knows it's ridiculous to expect her to forget about him and that he doesn't want to reach into her mind - he doesn't want Tiamat to reach into her mind to destroy her memories.

He'll die before that happens.

"Nic is in a catering truck downstairs just-" He swallows, "Just trust him okay?"

Taking her hand, he stops - wrapping a blanket around her shoulders like a cape.

"I wouldn't trade any of this for anything. Know that."

[11calls]

“I always trust Nic. I just don’t always listen to him.” Alex just gives him a little smile, not quite the little laugh that would come with her making a bad joke, but she’s trying. God she’s trying.

When he confesses that, Alex’s voice is soft and small. “I don’t want to leave you here with her, Richard. I’m afraid for you.” They’re being truthful now and Alex is going to continue that tread of it. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything either.”

Alex just reaches up and touches his face again very gently before she adds: “I love you Richard Strand. And I’m going to save you. I don’t know how yet but I am.”