Vaughn Davis (![]() ![]() @ 2010-04-06 02:04:00 |
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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.