[Lake: "Sparrow" & Luke] Who: "Sparrow" and Luke What: Omens Where: The lake's dock When: Recentish Warnings/Rating: Angst and not-okay-in-the-headness
She doused the lantern lights at the end of the dock. Two of them, and normally they shone yellowed and muted in the Repose night, but the ringleted blonde doused them, and the evening was cast into darkness.
Her dream, her vision, she couldn't remember it with the clarity of daylight. It was dark, and the sky was was clouds and cold, overcast and no twinkling lights on the vision lake. Blue, dark and endless, and she thought that meant there weren't any lights when the bad thing happened. So, and it was a risk, she doused the lantern lights, soaked the wicks, and no one would be getting those to flare until later, later, when they dried out. Because she'd made a big, big mistake telling the people on the forums not to come here, because it made them all want to come, and she didn't understand. She thought they would listen, which was probably not smart, because everyone thought she was crazy. And she kind of was, a little but, but the things she saw, they happened. Sometimes she couldn't explain them correctly, but they happened, even when she couldn't find words for them.
Dark out, and she was nothing more than a shape, a long skirt, and thick coat in blue. Uggs and her hair in ringlets that had been loosened by her fingers dragging through them throughout the day. But it was dark, and none of those things were clear. She was just a shape, one that stood at the edge of the dock and looked out at the void that was nearly ice. It was really, really cold, but the lake wasn't frozen thick and solid yet, and she knew that. She assumed that was what the vision was about, and she assumed someone thought it solid and stepped out onto it. She could see it, there, there, just out of reach, and it made her cold all the way through. She saw a lot of things, but most of them didn't chill from crown to toes, but this one did. She didn't know why, but she wanted it to go away. She would stay there, night into day, until the window passed.
She didn't know if the boy from the forums would really come. Even if he did, the lake was big, and there wasn't any reason to think they'd find each other. The dock was past makeout point, away from the big mansions, and their lights didn't reach there.
Arms wrapped tight around her middle, and she sang softly in the cold. Her voice low, jagged, and the song something from the show. It wasn't her preference, and it wasn't in French, but it was familiar in the darkness. Her voice wasn't very good, and it was made hoarse from shows and shows, from singing, from after, and the sound was little, quiet and eerie in that still night.