RP: The Society of Unexpectedly Immortal Women Who: Dawn Miller, Hannah Morgan What: Hannah is adjusting to her new reality When: October 19, 2000 Where: Hannah's apartment Warnings: Some mentions of assault and various trauma Completion status: Complete
The last thing that Dawn had expected was texts from Hannah asking if they could meet because she wanted to talk. Reading the message with concern, it had taken her a few minutes to realize that no one else was chiming in to the conversation and that Hannah had texted just her and not their usual group conversation. She didn't know exactly how to respond to that, surprised at the idea that she would be anyone's first choice after she had been so absent for the last couple of months.
Absent because she didn't want to risk accidentally killing her friends, Dawn reminded herself sternly. And also maybe she wasn't the first choice. That was always possible. Still, she replied that of course she would come over to Hannah's apartment, even if it made her feel a bit like a naughty teenager sneaking out to meet a boy, a feeling she was all too familiar with. Except then she hadn't felt guilt, just excitement. To try and be responsible, she sent a message to Tori to let her know where she was going and ask her to check in. At least then it made her feel like there was some measure of protection against her appetite.
Dawn didn't show up empty-handed, packing up a bag of snacks and alcohol because something told her that Hannah might need more than just a bartender with a good ear. Only when Hannah let her into the apartment Dawn could only gawk because Hannah wasn't human. Was that new? Or maybe Dawn had just been oblivious when she was human. There was no guarantee that was even what Hannah wanted to talk about.
"Hey. Your text was kind of vague. I wasn't sure whether this was a shots or chocolate kind of situation." Like with Rashmi at her birthday, Dawn made no move to hug her, not wanting to tempt her hunger, especially when she didn't even know what Hannah was.