Musings Logs

Who: Delilah (quick, closed narrative)
What: Forging prescriptions and getting them filled.
When: The day after Delilah used her powers of awesomely deceptive kissy-face syndrome on dr. watson.
Where: All about the town, cruisin' like a G6 in her coupe.
Warnings: Not nearly enough for a Delilah thread.

( Drinking mercury to the mystery of all that you should ever leave behind. . . )

Who: Delilah & Damien
What: Finally, they meet.
Where: Damien's.
When: Mid afternoon, sometime after the forum fiasco.
Warnings: TBD.

( I'm lost. I have a secret, a big one. But I've never said it out loud. What's the point? It's not gonna change anything. It's not gonna make me good, make me adopt a puppy. I can't be what other people want me to be. And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world. That is my secret. )

Who: Delilah and Isobel
What: A friendly chat
Where: Trinity, a top shelf nightclub downtown.
When: Several hours after Isobel's little Las Vegas post.
Warnings: Nada!

( I get wherever I'm going, I get whatever I need. While my blood's still flowing, and my heart still beats . . . )

Who Delilah & Isobel.
What: Kind of a late night game of vampiric hungry hungry hippos. Delilah eats a homeless man, the passerby Isobel gets a little heroic, then abruptly weezy.
Where: Cliche 101, a dark alley.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: Blood.

( Isobel needed to get away. To stop somewhere. To breathe. Then to get home. Life was fuzzy in her understanding of it then, and it was doubtful that it would get any better. )

Who: Delilah
What: Bad reactions to food, nightmares.
When: Yesterday through this morning.
Where: Her place.

( All your mental armor drags me down, nothing hurts like your mouth. . . )