stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
nashtons - halloweentown.
[Stephanie was not in a very good place. Eddie's distance weighed heavily on her, and she felt lonely. It wasn't all his fault, of course, and if you asked her, she wouldn't blame him at all. But that didn't discount how awful she felt lately. How lonely. How fucked up. So yeah, maybe she was a little pissed that Eddie had gone wandering through doors he didn't know. She ignored the drinking and the hours upon hours he was gone in favor of not picking an argument. They were both so sad already, so what was the point of rubbing salt in wounds? But now? Now that he was stuck? Yeah, she was a little pissed off, even if she felt awful about Mac and about his apparent new powers. She could still find a modicum of anger in all that sadness. And yet, here she was, following him again. Like she always would.
She had gotten someone to watch the dogs, and the cats were being carried with her in their carriers. Climbing through the Fairy Tale door led into a winding forest that even the greatest navigator could get lost in. An hour of wandering, Steph finally stumbled onto that spiral of trees Eddie spoke of, each with a uniquely-shaped door. Her gaze flickered over each, and then she drifted over to the tree with the large jack-o-lantern. Its menacing grin drawing her in. When she stepped through, she followed the path down towards the direction Eddie had drawn. Dreary didn't even begin to describe the town beyond, an involuntary shiver shaking up her spine. She felt cold, and she didn't even realize the change in her outfit or self at first. Rosy cheeks, blonde hair as bright as a Christmas Tree star topper and in perfect, loose curls, more full of life than she'd looked in weeks, even if she looked a little like she was made of clay. Her clothes were snow-white and Santa-red, and her heels clicked on the cobblestones until she reached the patch of grass her husband was sitting. She stopped a foot or so away, and finally glanced down at herself.] I swear this isn't me. [The cats mewled from the carrier in greeting, and she curved perfectly red lips up a touch. Trying so hard to forget how upset she'd been now that he was here. Or she was here, really.] Hi.