Anna (fromyourmouth) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-01-27 03:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | annabelle lee, seth trimble |
The Players: Anna and Seth
What: An accidental reveal. And BLUD.
Where: Seth's Palace of Bitching--I mean the Manor
When: 26 January 2012, late Thursday night.
Rating: PG-13iiish
Notes: UMMM I would skip this one if you're squicked by blood, that's all. Blud blud blud :E
When Anna says that she doesn't need to eat much, she's not exaggerating.
The problem is that this means she sometimes forgets.
And the fact is that tonight she doesn't feel like a vampire, doesn't feel her two and a half centuries of age; she feels sixteen.
This is dangerous. It makes her stupid, the way she gets every time with a crush, and a person would think that after a while she'd learn--but the times between are very long, and she gets lonely. When she thought that someday she'd have her mother back everything was different, there was only the time she was with Pearl and the time she wasn't, and everything that touched the latter was a stopgap. Eventually it would stop. She wouldn't be alone.
But now she is, interminably (and as far as she can tell, eternally) alone. Her mother hadn't been in that silent screaming stasis that had been her afterlife, and she wasn't here. The sight of just Jeremy's name on the network had made her heart skip, and then--what was she to him? His ex. The ex he hadn't slept with when she was a ghost, and how does she explain--he was special, he made her feel like a real person, and then he made her feel like a condom wrapper that had outlived its use.
She'd rather be alone than someone's perfect memory proxy. You're something else entirely, she'd said, you are my weakness. And she doesn't allow herself to have those anymore.
So what she is doing blurring her way across town to the Manor is anyone's guess--a rebound? That's probably the common teenage parlance for it, even if she can tell without asking Seth would blanch in disgust at common teenage anything. The fact that he doesn't pick at her speech is then nearly funny, or something a little more warming.
She likes him. She can do that. Which means that he can never know anything like the truth about her, because her options then become fear and hatred or--use. What use she has. Can you turn me, and she'd said yes, because having a crush makes her stupid.
But it doesn't matter, she doesn't feel like what she is right now, and so just isn't worrying about that as she knocks, just to announce herself, then slips in through the unlocked door and pads off to find wherever Seth has ensconced himself in his wheelchair. (She could fix that, if he wanted. If she wanted. She could save him. But she is tired of saving boys, tired of their needs that go on forever.)
"So. What am I thinking?"
It's about broccoli. For the record.