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Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs,

The dark fray of her brows knit as she read the plaque. It was not confusion that settled into the pit of her stomach, but disbelief. Why would the building do this to her, bring her here? She was still staring at the plaque, determining any meaning beyond the simplicity of those engraved words when Daniel was suddenly hauling her toward the exit.

His hand in her's was so warm, as familiar as every dream she'd ever had. She laced her fingers into his, and curved her palm against his own. Being this close to him was so deliriously wonderful that Vaughn almost forgot the whole purpose of playing Jane. It was not to love him, it was to torment him.

They took one step through the exit doors, into what should have been the bright light of day but was suddenly just the entrance to the church. The low slope of her heels stalled, and she regretfully loosened her fingers from Daniel's when be began to curse in Italian.

"Obsessions all, obsessions one,
Share yours before the hour is done..." Her eyes went to the woman in red, whom she did not know. There was a general element of recognition, but probably only from having seen her in the building once or twice before.

"We have an hour to tell someone an obsession?" An hour seemed at once a lifetime, and not nearly long enough. ".. and then what?"

What if they didn't have anything to tell, what if they refused? Hesitantly, she glanced to the wedding guests. Their blank, but somehow eerily attentive faces were all turned her way, waiting. She shrank back a step against Daniel, notably uneasy.