Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ In Open Sight ❯ Sunday Afternoon ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Authors note: I know this chappy isn't long, but I haven't updated in a while, but i guess something is better than nothing. I hope to have chp 4 up soon with a possible lemon. ^_^ hehe.
The Autumn haze was rich and warm as the leaves outside danced on the wind in spiral eddys, like ballerinas in a music box. Robin went over the notes she made on the current case yet again. "The stone axe," she mumbled to herself while sitting in the center of the unmade bed, "is a symbol used during Inquisitions to awaken the witch's powers. So, was this girl a witch or maybe...she was a sacrifice?" She paused running the capped end of her pen across the bottom lip. As she did, a stray wisp of disheveled hair brushed her cheek. Disheveled hair like the unmade bed, was noticed but disregarded. Her focus, which she fought hard to maintain, flooded out the window behind her, that framed the hotel's entrance and a section of busy street. The scene below was almost photo-esque, dotted with miniature people and grande trees draped with deep rusty reds, brilliant yellows, and the occasional twinge of orange. France was all she wanted it to be. It breathed a vivaciousness that no there locale possessed. A smile crept across her face. She should be trying to connect the fragments of their investigation instead of daydreaming. What would Amon think? Who cares what Amon thinks? But the question lost its luster shortly after conception because she sought his approval; however, she didn't think he would hold her restlessness against her.
She glanced over at the clock on the night stand-- 3:15. He should be back soon. He has spoken something of where he was going, but she had been to sleepy to comprehend. "Back to work, back to work." she chanted to herself. she grabbed her notebook and started to pace the the room. "If there is a witch coven, power would dictate postion in higherarchy. The more powerful the witch, the more pomienent the postion in the coven. So, maybe they were trying to intaiate the children into the coven, but.." she stops pacing, her head slightly cocked to the side. "...it seems illogical for the coven to accept anyone who hasn't proven to, in fact, possess powers."
"It could be something similar to the Kurata case, where the witch absorbed other witches' power." A voice chimed in, She turned to look toward its origin. He was standing the the frame of the door, watching her with a smile.
"I considered that too." speaking as she returned to the bed, to sit in the midst of the remote pieces of evidence. "However, wouldn't there be physical signs on the bodies, of decay, I mean?" Her voice sounding troubled. She sighed and gently laid her notebook in the floor. "Did you find anything while you where gone?"
"And if I did?" He mused, standing only a short proximity in front of her.
" I hope you would tell me." she replied forced hostility playing in her voice, though never rising in volume.
" And if I don't?" he stepped closer, close enough now that she had to crane her neck to look him in the face.
She thought on it a moment, and decided, " If you don't tell me, I will sell you to the orbo factory."
Staring down at her, he replied in his usual fluid tone, "You would miss me too much."
She rested her forehead on his stomach, "You are probably right. ?So, are you going to tell me where you went earlier?
" I told you where I was going." though the words sounded harsh the tone was not.
" I was asleep." she reminded him.
" With Stan to La Garonne lake. There was an incident last night, but interesting enough Andrew Dupont was there as well. I asked Dr. Wipfli's opinion of Father Dupont. According to him, Dupont is well respected,"
Robin broke in ," Yes, I gathered that from the way the alter boy spoke of him."
Amon nodded, " Stan added though that he always seemed to him like a biblical ' false profit'. Against his better judgements, he introduced me to him as a psychic afflilate." he said taking a seat next to her at the foot of the bed.
Robin laughed softly. "You , a psychic, Amon?"
"He was just as eager as I had expected, he invited me to mass this Sunday. I think we should attend."
" Together or seperately?"
" I think together would be best, considering you've spoken with him already, and if he thinks I am a psychic, he will naturely assume that you... that we are a team."
"Amon, how do you feel about religion?"
"Religion is vital to the human psyche because it forfills a need to be secure."
"Is that your personal opinion? "
"Personally, I can't deny that somethings can't be explained away."
"I knew you would say something like that."