Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-10-26 04:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | brynhild, john constantine |
Who: Bryn and John Constantine
Where: Starting just outside the library
What: Testing wards
When: After this
Rating: Low for now
Open: Nope
Status: On going
Bryn tried her best to look like a child of the eighties, high waisted jeans paired with a cropped random band tee, and high top white sneakers. Though she couldn't put herself through teasing her hair again. The clothes were torture enough, so she went with the simple black amish style wide brimmed hat. The type that Debbie Gibson had made popular. She leaned against the wall outside the door, trying to look bored with the idea of going in. Fingers looping loose curls around each one. One thing she didn't rock, that many young women did, was the golden tan. Instead her skin was pristine white. It didn't hold the rosyness that it had when she fed off of Thor. While her lips were not colorless, under the deep red lipstick, they weren't as lively colored. If anyone knew she was a vampire, they would be able to spot it right off. Though she didn't look ill, thanks to Dan and Jack. Not like she had when she had gone nearly two months without feeding. Bryn might have looked bored. But what she was doing, without being obvious, is putting out her heightened senses for anything unnatural. Something that didn't quite have the right heartbeat because it was mimicking being human. For the sickly sweet smell of a creature that fed off of children. All while trying to quell the slight sense of excitement at seeing John again. Picking up that scent again. She hadn't had a taste of him, but she longed for the taste of the way he smelled, like an addict. And she didn't understand why. |