Leaning against the doorframe, Nile looked out onto the domestic scene she was about to interrupt. At first glance, there was nothing unusual at the sight. Joe was in the kitchen cooking a great-smelling sausage, Nicky lounged on the couch and watched the snow fall outside the window, and Andy leaned over the kitchen table reading a book. Compared to the storm of bullets and glass she’d dealt with in London, watching them relax in their remote safe house in the Alps was almost picturesque.
It wasn’t the humans that troubled Nile. It was their daemons.
A "His Dark Materials"/daemons fusion.
Source: archiveofourown.org
