Cash Berenger (stockade) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-09-10 01:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | faye chamberlain, melissa glaser |
Who: Melissa & Faye ♥
Where: Starts off at their house and then who knows?
When: Tuesday; Sept 9th
What: Catching up!
Status: Incomplete/WIP
Warnings: TBD
Melissa leaned in closer to the mirror as she traced a soft crescent of coal just above her lashes. Striking against the rich purple eye shadow she’d bought on the way back from that pancake house that her first day. Fighting to find any traces of normality, even if that earned her a few stares. Like her face has suddenly turned into a ticking clock and everyone was waiting for her to explode. Maybe that was what came next? So far each and every one of her reactions had been expected in a city where strangers regularly wandered out of nowhere. And maybe that was supposed to be comforting where everyone started off with one shared common experience, but honestly she felt kind of cheated and maybe a little foolish. So she’d changed her tune and tried to focus on the positive even when no one else seemed to be that enthusiastic about it.
In the end it hadn’t been traveling through a wormhole that had choked Melissa awake that morning with fear. The light bulb in the lamp on her bedside table flickering on and then exploding, showering the floor with tiny bits of glass. Sweat sticking a borrowed shirt to her skin as she reached out with blood soaked hands to a falling body she could never save. Voice trapped for a terrifying moment as hazel eyes frantically searched for blood, for a dagger that didn’t exist until reality set in. The lamp easy enough to fix, along with an excuse if asked, as she did her best to tuck the memory of killing Nick away again. Hiding it along with the rest of her damage because today Faye and her were going out and she’d be damned if they didn’t manage to find something fun to do in Portland.
Though maybe that would be easier if they actually found a job, Melissa couldn’t help but think as she too a step back. Hands smoothing down the hem of a generic green, lace trimmed tank she’d managed to pick up along with some skinny jeans. Her wardrobe expanding by a few hangers, but still in some desperate need of resuscitation. Belatedly glad she’d had the sense to wear boots and never left home without a few accessories when she was whisked away. Which seemed like a ridiculous thing to focus on right now, but it kept her going and hopefully a day out with her best friend would handle the rest. Pulling on a black, cropped jacket before waiting for Faye at the front door, ready to keep on going as they left the house together.
"So tell me what kind of trouble you been up to?" With Faye it usually wasn't a question of 'if' but 'when' and Melissa desperately missed the days when the worst of their problems was using a little too much solo magic at school.