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Tweak says, "pick up your shoes"

Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-06 02:04:00

Entry tags:

black forest witch, cinderella

Who: Vaughn & Hannah.
What: Playdate at the park.
When: The day before her lunchdate with Mr. Hook.
Warnings: None? TBA.

The sun finally came out today.

While Vaughn was preferential to darkness on most occasions, the rarity of sunbeams was enough to pry her loose from her first floor den of secrets and cast her out into the world. It was just one of those days that even a witch wouldn't dream of denying.

Because she was becoming The Witch, Vaughn was more certain of this than ever. There was a rising tide of emptiness inside of her, she felt it's black marker crawling higher and higher like a thermostat. Like a Doomsday clock.

She'd realized it on the night in Shane's apartment. Amidst all that blood, and Daniel. It was like being able to separate herself from.. well, herself. Vaughn had wanted to destroy the wolf for what he'd done, and Vaughn had wanted to claw Ella to pieces for her betrayal, and Vaughn had wanted to even kick Daniel while he was down.. but she'd done none of those things. For the sake of self preservation, yes. Because she'd been Kate at the time, and all of those things would have been very unsatisfactory for Kate to do. But also because it had been almost.. easy to turn it off. To blink the Vaughn part of her back.

The Witch understood revenge, but not in terms of anger or jealousy.. the Witch was a cold, calculated thing. Revenge was equal parts punishment and curiosity; The Witch wanted to see them all suffer. It would be quite beautiful.

During the course of her musing, Vaughn walked to the park. It was not very far, and her steps seemed to naturally lead her there. While she was far from the outdoorsy type -- she did not like dirt, or sand, or leaves -- she liked it here. There was a quietness here that wasn't found in most parts of the city. Plus, she could smoke here. Not like cafes or bookstores or any of those facist, modern institutions.

Vaughn lit a cigarette, and loosened the brass buttons of her denim jacket, as she strolled down a path.

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noglass_slipper
2010-04-06 06:44 am UTC (link)

Hannah had been taking Gabriel for walks around the block during the past week or so, mainly because the weather hadn't been as predictable or warm as she would have liked. She didn't mind winter - especially the snow - but she was about ready for spring to finally make itself known. When she woke up to the sun pouring through the slanted shutters in her bedroom, she knew that today was going to be a good day. The bright rays were a sign of a fresh start, the transition from the icy hibernation to a slow reawakening. It sounded almost sickeningly optimistic, but she was trying to avoid looking on the darker side of things these days.

It wasn't very far to the park, and Gabriel tugged at his leash the whole way, overflowing with an abundance of energy and exuberance that only animals seemed to possess. The air was considerably warmer than previous days, although a light breeze made her attire of jeans and a thin sweater perfectly bearable. Hannah decided to let her dog off his leash for a bit, since there didn't seem to be many people around, and let him finally get some proper exercise. He was too small and friendly to hurt anyone, so she didn't have to worry about that.

Perhaps he was a bit too friendly, though. All it took was a moment's distraction and Gabriel was off like a shot, determined to make friends with the first person he met - who just so happened to be a woman in a denim jacket and holding a cigarette, heading towards them on the path from the opposite side. Tail wagging furiously, he circled around the woman's legs, occasionally stopping to bump his head against her in an attempt to be petted.

Hannah bit back a groan and hurried towards them, offering the woman an apologetic smile. She hadn't gotten a decent look at Vaughn the night she'd met her, and there wasn't the slightest flicker of recognition as she looked at her now. "I'm sorry. My dog - he's very excitable."

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shebringscurses
2010-04-06 08:00 pm UTC (link)

Surprises come in all shapes and sizes.

While the park had been far from uninhabited, it was still early enough to be populated mostly by joggers and pigeons. Which is why, when Vaughn saw something bounding toward her from the outskirts of her periphery, she wasn't necessarily alarmed. She expected the cardio-conscious or maybe a rogue bird.. but.. it was a dog. Vaughn took one last pull from her cigarette before flicking it into the grass when the animal arrived on a crest of excitement and pawed at her black denim'd legs.

It might have had something to do with the warm weather, but Vaughn was amused by the creature rather than bothered. She dropped into a crouch on her booted heels and let the animal sniff and lick at her hand, laughing. The sound of rushing footsteps drew her attention then, and she tilted her head, shielding her eyes from the sunbeams that haloed Hannah.

Hannah. Vaughn recognized her instantly - as she remembered everything from that night with a prickling clarity. Although, the sun practically blinded her, and Vaughn dropped her attention back to the dog. She ran her hand behind it's ears with an amused, self-aware smile falling into place.

"What's his name?"