| Define Normal |
[18 Oct 2006|08:17pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 exhausted |
] |
(Set straight after Confrontation)
Once Grace was out the door, Dyan looked at the broken chair leg in her hand and only just prevented herself from throwing it at the door after the cocky vampire. The door would probably not have survived.
She took a deep breath and let it back out in a sigh because that sound was the only thing that could express how she was feeling and allow her to decompress at the same time.
She slid over to the sipped chair and set it upright, though it was missing a leg. She rolled her eyes at it, glanced at the window and then dropped onto the couch, motes of dust floating into the air in her wake.
Reverie watched Dyan quietly, like wise sighing but only after taking a slow deep breath. She had a lot to explain, and what just happened did not help any. Not one bit.
"Look, Dyan..." The investigator began softly, turning towards the seated vampire and walking towards her. "I need to apologize for last night, and for right now." Biting her lip she dipped her head, dirty blonde hair falling over part of her shoulders. "And to thank you for standing up for me like that."
Then she remembered what it was Dyan had actually said while standing on Grace. "G-girlfriend?" Clearly she was surprised, how many vampires were likely to say that? It also wasn't a bad surprise, but still one all the same.
Dyan just shook her head at the apologies. She knew Reverie was prone to personality changes, it had just shocked her to the core to hear Grace coming from the young woman's mouth.
"You're welcome and it was no problem," came the tired sounding acknowledgement of the investigator's words. The other vampire would be dust if she showed her face here again. The elder of the two would see to it herself.
Startled eyes flickered to the young woman's face at the last thing said and the vampire gestured for her to take a seat. "In a normal day and a normal situation, I wouldn't label us at all. This wasn't a normal situation, but the word suits."
It pretty much was the truth, whether the vampire wanted an actual relationship or not. She had one and she had just named it for them. Too bad it had been more to scare off someone sniffing around what was hers, than to make the young woman happy. That irritated Dyan. One more reason to kill Grace.
( The Subject Of Fingers. )
A sideways admission as she curled into the bed and slowly drifted off as the rest of the building woke up. She was content, that was a very good thing.
|
|