WHO: Charlie, Sarah, and Rinoa WHAT: Helping a broken heart WHERE: Sarah and Charlie's room at the Hyperion WHEN: Later in the evening that Jack and Rinoa argue RATING/STATUS: PG, I'm sure; in progress
It was late night when Rinoa and Angelo made their solitary way through the Los Angeles streets to the Hyperion. Strangely, no denizens of the night accosted her, no vampires sought her out. If they had, she knew she could defend herself; she'd been able to draw enough magick from Tia's--
Her mind shied away from the pain that arose, the unwelcome images that her imagination wanted to torture her with. Jack kissing the dark beauty, their limbs entwined....she couldn't get past the betrayal, even when she kept reminding herself that Jack wasn't hers. Well, if he wasn't, then why was he so upset too? He'd said it was a mistake.
But he'd also said Rinoa was difficult, and that it was never difficult being with Tia.
Her breath hitched on a sob as she rounded the corner, the Hyperion coming into sight. She hadn't cried during the argument, nor during the long, lonely walk that had eventually brought her to the internet cafe. No, it wasn't until after she'd heard from Sarah and Charlie that the thought of being with her friends made her burst into tears. They were so good to her...and all she wanted was to run to Jack and beg him to take her back.
Hurriedly brushing the tears from her face and hoping the redness had faded, Rinoa let herself into the lobby of the Hyperion. She hadn't been sure what to expect, but the warm quiet wasn't it. She'd heard of the Hyperion's intense security, but Sarah and Charlie must have cleared her already, for she was allowed upstairs after giving her name.
Angelo's claws clicked on the flooring as she slowly found her way through the corridors to the right one. Lifting her hand to the door, Rinoa prayed she didn't look as miserable as she felt, before knocking gently on the wood.