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Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-05-04 23:14:00

Entry tags:

beast, beauty, black forest witch

Who: Vaughn & Ella.
What: Discussing how Ella is a horrible, backstabbing sister.
Where: Bottom of R1's stairs.
When: After this.
Warnings: None yet.

Ella and herself had made arrangements to meet, and Vaughn left 1002 shortly after that. She'd been camping out in her old apartment for the past two nights, but she had no intentions to stay for another hour. She couldn't. Shane, everyone, knew that 1002 was her apartment. She could not live in it. She could not live in 104 since Aaron's body showed up, the apartment was to be cleaned and vacated soon. She had nowhere, she had nothing. The truth about her and Boyd's arrangement was out. The best, the worst thing she could do would be to leave. To just get out of the country and let Boyd deal with the aftereffects of her Family. Maybe send a letter linking Rosalie, just to prove a point.

But Vaughn didn't want to leave. She'd made the proposal to Ella, fully aware that the other woman would never leave either. They were sisters, and therefore quite alike. They would never leave Daniel, even if it was for the best.

She waited at the bottom of the stairs, smoking one of her black clove cigarettes, but looked nothing like herself. She was Rosalie, in a black shift dress. Dark pearls on her neck, and a load of darkness in those green eyes.

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bookshelved
2010-05-05 03:35 am UTC (link)

Ella had slipped out of R1 while Daniel was typing at someone in the bedroom. She was tense and tired; the men had been coming to fix the doors for the past few days, and then others to lay flooring and add security. It had meant that strange men had been walking in and out of R1, and even though Ella had spent most of her time on the balcony, she'd still heard their voices. Everyone sounded like him to her, like the man who'd taken her, and she hadn't slept at all the nights previous.

Gone for a walk, the note she'd left for him on the counter read.

As she left R1, she slipped on the coat Daniel had borrowed from Vlad (it smelled like Daniel now, all musk and warm), and she'd closed the new door softly behind her. She had no idea what (who) to expect at the bottom of the stairs, but there were no vines behind her. She didn't fear Vaughn, not that way. When she reached the bottom landing, and she saw Rosalie there, she only hesitated a moment. Rosalie never wore black like that.

"Sissy," she said, and she stepped forward and hugged the other woman, clung a little too tight and a little too long.

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	shebringscurses 2010-05-05 03:36 am UTC (link)
	She extinguished her cigarette against the wall when Ella approached. When the woman hugged her, she gave a gentle rub to Ella's back before retreating a step. She surveyed her sister with a twisting, contemplative expression. "You look like hell." Like she hadn't slept in a week, not to mention the cuts and fading bruises. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bookshelved
2010-05-05 03:44 am UTC (link)

Ella smiled, but it was a sad thing. "I know," she said, slipping her arm through Vaughn's and nodding toward the Penthouse landing, which meant the possibility of people. The reality of that was enough to make her grip on her sister's arm tighten. "Nothing a little sleep won't fix," she said. "I have had dreams, and I have had nightmares. I overcame the nightmares because of my dreams," she quoted, very much clinging to the safety those words offered her.