Kori Lynn Clarke (![]() ![]() @ 2014-12-15 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | in progress, kori clarke, private, rafael valdez |
I'll take the apron with the frills
Date: December 15, 2013
Time: Shortly after 1 a.m.
Location: Their house
Characters: Kori Clarke, Rafael Valdez
Description: From one perspective, making dinner. From another, worry and concern
Status: Private, In progress
For the span of the past couple weeks, her dreams had been more frequent. Not daily, by any means. But frequent enough where it bogged her down with worry. The images had always been cryptic. Though when they tended more toward the realm of violence, it was all the worse. Flashes of blood, torn flesh, fangs...it would always wake her with a start, pushing the blankets off her body to get herself untangled from them. The feeling was an awful one, and the images had their way of persisting and staying with her in wakefulness. Whatever it was that Rafael had been doing, he hadn't been sharing any of it with her. Usually, he didn't go into much detail of what he did for his nest. But this was the first time that she'd seen so much of it. The brutality of it all was potent, even if she didn't see the entirety of what came to pass. More than once she had seen him getting wounded. Gravely. But when he did return to the house, he was unscathed. Kori didn't do well with the visions, though. Because even if the events didn't happen, the potential of them happening had to be strong enough to push into her dreams at night. She tried her best not to let what she was thinking show in her behavior. Especially not when Rafael had come back, entirely excited and saying that they would cook dinner together. He really was a good cook for being someone who didn't actually eat. She'd smiled and gone along with it all, just glad he was there with her instead of doing whatever it was that could get him killed. She cared. So sue her. "I definitely made the right choice. You look better in the One Direction apron," she said, chuckling slightly. "Besides, you like Zayn more than me anyway." |