mahdokht: (lady marmalade)
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So, there is this wacky bar-shaped place and Josh approves of it. Really, she does. It's shiny and sparkly and the randomness of the ins and outs and how-about-thats delight her. But, the trickster is also bored and so she's at the Observation Window, playing with her curly straw and looking, well.

Bored.

Date: 2008-08-06 05:05 am (UTC)
themidnightson: "Trust me." (Behind Golden Eyes)
From: [personal profile] themidnightson
Edward wasn't about to defend Forks, Washington as a wonderful place. It was a two year waste of time. In high school. Again. Monotony and boredom and little trite minds living little trite lives toward little trite deaths.

His lips curled, "Which is why the world picked me out and brought me here."

Date: 2008-08-06 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahdokht.livejournal.com
"Or the Landlord, or fate, or chance, or something other twisting you'll never know..."

A quick shrug.

"People tend to imagine golden ages, and really they weren't at all."

Date: 2008-08-06 05:11 am (UTC)
themidnightson: "That's Edward Cullen." (The Fits Everything Expression)
From: [personal profile] themidnightson
"Just life being lived how it could be at the time," Edward agreed, evenly.

He'd seen enough of that even in hundred years. And in hundreds more through the nearness of his family, Jasper and Carlisle especially.

Date: 2008-08-06 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahdokht.livejournal.com
"Exactly."

Beat.

"Sure you don't want to come outside?"

Date: 2008-08-06 05:19 am (UTC)
themidnightson: (Edward Cullen is watching you)
From: [personal profile] themidnightson
"Not just yet."

He seemed amused at his own joke, having turned back to looking at people.

Date: 2008-08-06 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahdokht.livejournal.com
"And there other kinds of vampire, too", but although she speaks, her voice is a whisper, pitched only to him.

Date: 2008-08-06 05:30 am (UTC)
themidnightson: "I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." (I am Quite Smooth)
From: [personal profile] themidnightson
Edward, usually on the other side of this kind of exchange, snarled almost silently in response.

To the game and the comment.


"And what are you?"

Date: 2008-08-06 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahdokht.livejournal.com
"Trickster. Like a fairy." She shrugs. "What else would call someone who is the child of gods, and yet not one herself?"

Date: 2008-08-06 05:42 am (UTC)
themidnightson: "That's Edward Cullen." (*Dazzle* *Dazzle)
From: [personal profile] themidnightson
Edward was picturing something with a fox tail and fairy wings. Reflexively. At her. On purpose. Even as he looked from her back to the room not sighing.

Date: 2008-08-07 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahdokht.livejournal.com
Hmm. Not bad. Fox-red tail, butterfly wings hued with all the colours of autumn...

She (appears to) swish her tail, open and shut her wings.

"Exactly."

Date: 2008-08-11 10:32 pm (UTC)
themidnightson: "That's Edward Cullen." (Default)
From: [personal profile] themidnightson
Edward was amused by it working, even if it didn't change the expression on his face. Decades spent listening and not being heard was on one hand very annoyed and on the other hand amusing.

"And your parents are gods?"

Date: 2008-08-12 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahdokht.livejournal.com
"Mama is, and Dad was."

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