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I'm Alyssa and yes ([info]plantstalktome) wrote in [info]madisonvalley,
@ 2025-05-19 17:26:00
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Who: Alyssa and Morpheus
What: just being a couple after the FF plot
When: Mon. evening
Where: their house to start
Rating: TBD


Being a vampire for a week had certainly been...eye opening for the Netherling. She'd certainly not planned on ever switching bodies with her sister, so living as Bex for a week gave her...insight. Alyssa managed at work well enough, obviously, but she'd struggled one afternoon with some overwhelming emotions and taken off an hour early to go to the old house. After switching out the photograph of her and Damien for one of Damien and Bran at the house, she'd sobbed for a half hour; her grief and guilt pouring out of her in one final wave. Once done, the Netherling realized that she'd always love Damien (and miss him), but the grief had diminished to a level where she'd remember him without tears, but gratitude that she'd gotten time with him.

But the worst part had been the inability to touch Mor and when she'd woken up on Saturday, as herself, she'd wasted no time and joined Mor in bed. Not having him in town had been one thing, but having him in town with this distance had nearly destroyed her.

Which was why they currently sat on the couch, her head resting so she could inhale the scent of him. The liquorice and tobacco scent enveloped her, calming her after a week of living on blood and a speed and strength she'd happily return to Rebekah.


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