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1:20 PM
Who: Bella OT Damien
Where: Damien's home
When: Sunday afternoon (November 22)
It was a rare afternoon when Bella had nothing to do and what plans she had to get some training in (usually without Damien's prior knowledge or consent – did she really think he lived and breathed to be at her beck and call?) didn't get sidetracked. Today, however, was one of those afternoons, and the Slayer had shown up to Damien's home in an almost microscopic denim skirt and a silky, slinky black halter top that laced across her back and left more skin bare total than it actually covered. She was a few inches taller, owing to the Manolo's strapped around her ankles, and her dark hair cascaded freely in wild, tousled waves around her shoulders. It had been…another late morning…and she'd showered at Damon's, tossed her clothes from the previous night back on, and had only stopped in at the Van Warren household long enough to grab her gym bag and run back out.
It was quite possible her appearance might make it look like the young Watcher had ordered up an afternoon delight, but…whatever.
Stifling a yawn, she hit the doorbell a few times, purposefully being annoying.
Where: Damien's home
When: Sunday afternoon (November 22)
It was a rare afternoon when Bella had nothing to do and what plans she had to get some training in (usually without Damien's prior knowledge or consent – did she really think he lived and breathed to be at her beck and call?) didn't get sidetracked. Today, however, was one of those afternoons, and the Slayer had shown up to Damien's home in an almost microscopic denim skirt and a silky, slinky black halter top that laced across her back and left more skin bare total than it actually covered. She was a few inches taller, owing to the Manolo's strapped around her ankles, and her dark hair cascaded freely in wild, tousled waves around her shoulders. It had been…another late morning…and she'd showered at Damon's, tossed her clothes from the previous night back on, and had only stopped in at the Van Warren household long enough to grab her gym bag and run back out.
It was quite possible her appearance might make it look like the young Watcher had ordered up an afternoon delight, but…whatever.
Stifling a yawn, she hit the doorbell a few times, purposefully being annoying.
calm