WHO: Lissa Dragomir and OPEN WHAT: Windowshopping WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: Downtown WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Lissa had been kidnapped before, and frankly, she wasn't a fan. This, however, was far different than the violent abduction that she'd suffered at the hands of Victor Dashkov. Nobody had asked anything of her - and she was far from the only one who had been brought here. The strangest thing of all was that so many people seemed to actually like being here.
It was certainly true that she'd been in worse situations, but she didn't belong here and she couldn't stay. She was the Queen of the Moroi, and she had obligations at Court. She also already missed Christian and Rose a ridiculous amount.
Without both of them, she was rather likely to make bad decisions. In fact, she already may have done just that when she'd told Bruce that she didn't need her antidepressants. But when he'd told her that she'd worked as a healer here before, something had come over her. The pull of Spirit had been too strong and she'd desperately needed again to touch her dormant magic. She only hoped that it wouldn't be a terrible mistake.
Of course, it was too early to tell yet. She'd only missed one dose and couldn't yet feel even the faintest stirrings of Spirit at the corner of her mind. But oh, how she yearned for it! The magic was like an addiction; a self-destructive part of her that she both feared and craved. Rose, no doubt, would be furious at her for even considering going off her meds, but Bruce hadn't seemed aware of any major issues she'd suffered. And Rose, though Lissa loved her dearly, didn't know what it was like to suppress and deny such an integral part of herself. Rose had never had to deny herself anything.
It was an unkind thought, and Lissa chastised herself for it. She did, though, envy Rose's freedom. Lissa sometimes felt so overwhelmed by the responsibilities the world laid on her shoulders.
But today, she would push all of that to the back of her mind. It was afternoon, and time for sleeping on her normal, nocturnal schedule, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to be able to follow that schedule here. So with the help of a great deal of caffeine (including the latte she sipped at now) and a pink umbrella she'd purchased last night to block the sun, Lissa was walking the sunset painted streets of Madison Valley.
Ducking at last into a shop with vintage clothes in the window, she closed the umbrella and began to browse. Just because she'd been kidna[[ed didn't mean that she had to dress like it.