Halne Gallagher (_fallengrace) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-06 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-31, athena, halne |
Do what you, what you want
Who: Athena and Halne
Where: Heme
When: Evening, close to dusk
There were no words for the depth of emotions that Halne felt. Ever since she'd had that dream about Vivianna, it was as if she couldn't take the images back. She'd seen them, seen her childe in a way that she never had before, and she couldn't just pretend like she hadn't. It was a lie, it was all a lie. Still, that was a line that she didn't feel it was her place to cross. And even if it was, it seemed as if Vivianna wanted little to do with her lately. Halne had woken up alone the last two days and really, could she honestly blame her? No, not in the least. It was all too easy to take the blame, the grief, and shove it back down into that place where Halne's strong emotions went. Where they belonged, where they couldn't hurt anyone but Halne. It was better that way, anyway. Still, her odd attempt to protect her childe from the maelstrom of emotions did little in the way of alleviating certain curiosities. Were her lips really as soft as she'd dreamt? Her skin as smooth? True, Halne had touched Vivianna before; they'd always been affectionate, it just hadn't occurred to her what that had meant until now. She'd just about worked up the courage to speak to her childe, try to talk to her--about what, she still didn't know--when she'd heard the unmistakeable sound of booted heels walking out towards the door. Halne rushed over, coming out of her room just in time to catch a glimpse of what it was Vivianna was wearing. A rush of a strange emotion flooded her--Viv had not even bothered to tell her where she was going--and Halne stood there, frozen in place, her eyes burning holes in the door.
"Vivianna." Too little, too late. Halne knew what her childe was about, and she could pretty much guarantee it was in some way her fault. Jealousy. Putting a name to the faceless emotion that filled her didn't make her feel better, at all. She shook her head to clear it and went back to her room. She grabbed the first things she found, not even caring if they didn't match at all. She needed to leave, to get out of the house, escape the echoes of her childe's name that hung in the air. This was the sort of ache that only a good glass of angelic could cure. And maybe even something stronger. Psychic blood aught to do the trick, and Halne knew exactly where she wanted to go. Heme was the perfect place to lose herself in the crowd, to get whatever kind of blood she wanted without having to be bothered with her thoughts creeping back in. There were plenty of people to see and to watch, and filling her mind with her work as an Elohim might just be the thing to help ease her mind. It was the perfect idea in theory, so long as Halne could just forget everything for a while.
It didn't take her long at all to make her way to the vampire bar and she strode in, making a bee-line straight for the bar and the first free bartender. "If you've got any angelic psychic, I'd love some. If not, angelic is fine. AB+" Did they even carry that here? Halne was past thinking of anything beyond getting something in her system to make her incredible upset not so fresh, so close to the surface. She waited until the bartender came back with her drink, smiling as she thanked them. She placed some money on the counter before she turned back to the crowd, her eyes scanning the bar as she took a sip. Perfect. Angelic-psychic, it is. The feeling of goodwill mixed with the almost instant feeling of lightness, pulling an uncharacteristic smile to Halne's face as she looked around the room. Time to have a little fun..