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Tweak says, "Do I dazzle you?"

Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-02-14 21:36:00

Entry tags:

baba yaga, cupid, dexter morgan

Feelings, nothing more than... (Cupid - Baba Yaga)
Crime scenes.

There were so few actual crime scenes since he'd been here. He usually found himself able to finish all the paperwork and lab work for one case before another one even popped up. He wasn't at all used to that. The lack of constant work would have driven him crazy normally. Nothing to hide himself behind. Nothing to keep himself occupied. It could have been dangerous. But there were people here to discover, new things. Every once in a while, they sent him a case, and he was able to sink into his work happily.

That's what he'd been doing most of the day today. Working a case. Going and taking photos of the scene - what a lot of blood there had been - getting samples. Doing his forensics thing. He'd sent the samples and his equipment back to the office with somebody else, though. He'd decided it was a good day for a walk.

Which might have been a really bad idea, in hind sight.

He'd just passed under a tree when a shadow swooped past him. Dexter turned, catching it out of the corner of his eye. Thinking for a brief second that somebody might be stalking him. Instead, he saw nothing. Perhaps a bird flying by.

He was ready to let it go, but the shadow kept appearing and disappearing. Darting in and out of his sightline. Making him all the more paranoid. Finally, he managed to turn the right way at just the right time and see it. A really fucking ugly thing it was, too. Then something else flew at him. Dexter ducked to try to ensure it would miss him, but he felt a pinch and stood up quickly, finding nothing.

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i_cast
2009-02-15 12:45 am UTC (link)

Baba had to get out. She had to escape. Staying in one place, while comforting on one hand, was stifling on the other. Xanadu was not being helpful, and frankly, the sorcerer had grown tired of the torturing. There were only so many times she could hear "no, no, please stop." before she got bored. So, she was out in the sunshine, and she was wearing the body she'd come to the City in, cute little Red Riding Hood - well, cute in that cold calculating, possibly sadistic way. She even wore a little red hood/cape job; it amused her.

She opted for a more spring time breezy dress that only hinted at the figure beneath when the sun shown through it in a certain way. She liked that feeling of lightness. The sandals were just as fitting for the look. Baba topped it all off with a basket of goodies. These little things brought a smile to those stolen lips.

Or they would have.

Now and then, she'd feel it. The City was acting up. She could feel it. It had changed, expended energy somewhere, but all she could see were couples forming. The cat/frog coupling she had passed earlier would have bothered some, but she came from an existence in which humans and bears became frequent bed partners, where pigs might love pretty girls, and Goldie Locks was one crazy bitch. She had come from a world that embraced the oddities, for the most part.

It wasn't until it was upon her that she realized what ridiculous thing had happened. The City had brought in that damned Eros, and it had brought it in from the wrong plane - Eros was supposed to be a beautiful, not...not that! It fired at her, and while her magic was great, the arrow still got through, hitting her and stinging like a...what was that term she'd heard Pinocchio use once? Mutha?

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i_fakeit
2009-02-15 12:55 am UTC (link)

He looked around very quickly to see if he could find that thing, but saw nothing. Frustrated, Dexter stood still to see if the shadow came back at all. Hoping it would so it would give him something to kill. Then wondering if it might have been a trick of the shadows and had been nothing more than a little bee.

Now more confused than he had been, Dex turned to head back to the lab. His walk was ruined, and he just wanted to get back to work. Work would take his mind off of everything. Give some semblance of order to this world.

Of course, he didn't get but two steps before he saw her.

Suddenly, Dexter felt like he needed to be close to this woman. A feeling he'd never had before. A real desire for companionship. Not just a cover for himself and his doings. He wanted her. Not to kill her, either. It was so strange. Never in his life had he ever wanted anything like this. He'd never even felt anything like this. What was this?

Stupidly, he stood staring at her.