Rowan Talia (justafleshwound) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-03-22 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-08, rowan |
Please don't be mad!
Who: Whisper and Rowan (and Killer the familiar)
When: Morning
Where: Whisper's house
Rowan's mental high after using blood magic for the first time had quickly worn off around the time she stitched her arm up. Not because of the pain. But because she was quite certain that Whisper was going to kill her.
If she had known she'd end up injuring herself to the point of stitches, Rowan never would have attempted the spell the day before a modeling session. Alas, hindsight was better than foresight. In attempts to make up for the unsightly stitches on her arm, Rowan had set her alarm for an ungodly time, and spent hours painstakingly straightening her hair. And the thick curls had taken nearly four hours to straighten with clumsy, unexperienced hands. The result was kind of amazing - Rowan barely recognized herself in the mirror - but would it be enough to win over the vampire's good favor?
Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black tank-top, Rowan wore a white button-up shirt over to at least temporarily hide her wound. Killer was in her bag, just in case she needed the moral support. As Rowan rode her bike up Whisper's drive, she took a deep breath. "Courage, Kiddo," Killer urged. "You're a star in my eyes."
That made Rowan smile, and even feel a little better. She hit the kickstand and walked tall to Whisper's door, smoothing her clothing out before she rang the bell.