|Ava Wilson (sospecial) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2011-08-29 00:11:00
|Entry tags:||andy gallagher, ava wilson|
Who? Ava and Andy!
What? Random Outdoor Adventures - probably not funtimes.
Where? Lawrence somewhere.
Rating? Mildly high for creepy and/or swearing probably.
Something had changed, Ava decided - something in her was different now, because she used to be all right with being alone, was better alone. But then again, before she was never really this alone, either - before, she could have called on demons for company, let them drift around her and soothe the uneasy restlessness that the big empty house gave her. Now, though, if she called demons here...
...well, she needed to avoid that. It wasn’t that Ava thought she would never go back on the blood again - but right now, she wasn’t ready. The problem had only started when she’d gone crazy with famine and drank it all, ruined her carefully-laid plan to gradually get stronger and then realized she’d over-done it. Detox had been horrible, and it wasn’t something she was willing to go through again - she would be careful, and manage it, and have things ready in case something happened again, in case she ran out. A second stockpile, maybe, or some way to lock herself away from it if she started getting too addicted...
...but right now, that meant that she couldn’t call on any demons for companionship, not without wanting to push them into a body and drink their blood, anyway. And she couldn’t, not yet, so for now she had to avoid them entirely, using her powers to push instead of pull if she felt one getting too close to the house, sending them away.
Restlessness and a lack of ice cream were what drove her out into the night, heading into town and trying not to look over her shoulder constantly, trying not to call demons in closer to make her feel safe, just touching at the edges of the distant presences of them (remembering what it felt like to be able to reach out and brush her fingers over the smokey edges of them, the crackle of power under her skin). Ava missed them like she missed Jen, like she missed Brady, like she missed her entire life before it became an upside-down whirlwind of paranoia and fear and darkness.
As the streetlights became closer together, Ava forced herself to calm down - at least visibly. It wouldn’t do to get to a store and look like a paranoid wreck, after all. She did not need to deal with getting weird looks right now. That would just make things worse.