Who: Eve and Heather What: Eve spots Heather, and is compelled to keep an Angelic eye on her, and maybe strike up a conversation When: December 27th, evening Where: Streets of Los Angeles Rating: PG 13ish, Eve tends to swear. Status: Incomplete
You would think it would be obvious, a woman dressed in a black business suit standing at the ledge of a building, five stories up, and looking down below. But it wasn't. A simple invisibility spell, and she stood there, watching the mortals move around the street below. She didn't really have much of anything else to do. She couldn't get at the Winchesters...or more specifically, Ruby, which was slightly annoying, but not the end of the world. With no other orders, sitting and watching was all she really had to do.
She peered at them through the dark tint of her sunglasses, which were completely not needed at this time, she just liked them, just observing. She couldn't say she didn't miss her old life. It had only been a handful of years ago that one of those mortals could have been her. She had been busy remembering days of picking up Savannah from school, when a certain person caught her eye.
Eve had never met Sam's fiance in person. She'd never met Sam in person, but she knew all about them. The whole family was the hot topic in the lives of the Angels. But Eve recognized her. And then, when she tried to focus in, to sense her, and she couldn't, she knew it had to be her. Heather was protected, but it when she was in sight, the magic didn't work well. "Interesting." she said to herself, tilting her head ever so slightly. She had honestly though Heather would have her own line of security, but apparently not.
Watching her with interest, she let her eyes follow the blonde woman below, making sure to not lose her behind other people.