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Aidan Waite (nogarlic) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2015-12-16 11:48:00

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aidan waite, baba yaga

Oh no (Baba)
Running into a version of the girl he'd brutally killed had given him a strange new insight into life. The fact that she now knew that he'd done it, and had for some reason spared him - he could only guess that his words about Evey had been the saving grace - had sent him into a spiral of thought.

It didn't escape Aidan that there were people in the world, not just this one, but others as well, who believed in him and wanted the best for him. It never had, not really. Back home he'd had Josh and Sally, who had done everything they could to make sure that he was able to be the guy he wanted to be. Then he'd been in a world where there had been Dean, Evey, and Peter. Here he had even more.

Aidan could never take that for granted.

He realized that he kind of had been. The way he was acting, the way he'd been treating Evey. Even the way he'd been treating himself. He'd made a monumental mistake, and he'd felt terribly about it, but then he'd acted like a child. Peter was supplying him with blood so that he didn't have to take from living people or take from the hospital. And still he was keeping himself away from people.

He thought about all of this and more as he walked toward work.

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i_cast
2015-12-20 11:26 pm UTC (link)

The crone had taken to staying in the castle or the cabin. She was feeling a loss. She did like having her King no matter who he was, but there was a change in the air around him. Pam was gone as well, not so much out of the City just gone. Then again, she was a different Pam.

There were energies in the City that were interesting; only the crone wanted to study them in solitude. She would watch from afar. The City had done things, and she wanted to understand how. Perhaps she wanted to gather energy before really pushing back at the childish thing. Perhaps she hid because she was afraid and would never say so. Not now anyway.\\

Eventually, she had to get out. It was not in her nature to hide, not for long anyway, nor was it in her nature to leave things unpoked, unprodded, just let be. She dressed in the usual sundress and sandals to see what the world would bring her. The City would be served well by being on its best behavior.

Seemed it wanted to have a little fun, or make things right, or test her. Very rarely did things happen completely without reason; there was usually some rhyme to it, even if it was all done by an unspoken desire or subconscious wish. Whatever the cause, the effect had one small powerful witch running into a taller brooding vampire; the small woman turned the corner and walked right into him.

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nogarlic
2016-01-08 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Aidan laughed a little at the initial impact. He'd been stuck in his head and realized that it might have been his fault, and he knew the best way to disengage people from their anger was to make them smile. He was also already putting his hands up and getting ready to make a big apology. This was another tactic. He didn't mind taking the blame even if it wasn't his fault. It was just an average street accident, after all, not as if he'd run over somebody in a car.

But his eyes focused on the figure he'd run into and his smile dropped. His hands dropped, he took a step back.

This was one face that he hadn't expected to see ever again. And of course he remembered her. He would never, ever forget. The taste of her blood, and the power she'd had. What she'd done to him. Cursing him as she had. He'd deserved it, by all rights. But he couldn't help but think maybe he wouldn't have had so much trouble if she'd not done it. Maybe if he'd been able to keep his hunger at bay, he would have been able to hide longer from Dean.

Of course, that was another thing, wasn't it? He should have never hidden from Dean.

"Um." Was all he could say.