The House of the Haunted (CA - Tiffany & Ionone)
Quote from Indy on August 25, 2023, 1:29 pm"Hmm... it was like a good dream, wasn't it?" Ionone said in half a smile, recounting much the same memories as Tiffanny.
Before either of them had their alter-form, they were free mostly to be girls in school. Days simpler to be sure. Although their woes had seemed insurmountable- hers, to gain her grandfather's respect, and Tiffany's, to gain her family's love - there had been time enough to be outside of it in those days. She had learned music, art, and how to kick dirt in the face of Francine when she wasn't looking so she'd have no choice but to trip and ruin her new clothes. She'd scored well in math and science, and less-so in Literature, ever-bored by the stories that didn't have the fantastical monsters and demons of her family's stories.
It hadn't been either of their choices to be brought up in the families they were, and to have the blood they did. She did not need to ask Tiffany for details of her life in those years - how she had come into Gabe's company, what it was that Talkane had her doing for him, why had she infiltrated the hunters for as long as she did - to surmise its grand features. It had left something to be seen in her person, in her nature, though beneath it all she still saw the friend from all those years ago.
Sitting in the silence, she felt not alone in it - but sensed, perhaps, Tiffany was at a loss for what else to be said. She tilted her head to John's sleeping form. Though she had no fear whatsoever he would wake anytime soon, she could suppose him an interesting enough topic for conversation.
"You know, most people would just get a cat if they're looking for a pet..." she mused. Her expression was featureless, but there was a playful light in her eyes.
She sighed, unfurling herself so she leaned backwards, her weight on her back hand and her gaze tilted upwards to the canapé of the trees.
"Take him along to my lab sometime, I'm sure we can get him dewormed, chipped, and vaccinated..." she turned her face softly to Tiffany, something else troubling her.
"What is it you intend to do once we reach civilization?" she asked.
"Hmm... it was like a good dream, wasn't it?" Ionone said in half a smile, recounting much the same memories as Tiffanny.
Before either of them had their alter-form, they were free mostly to be girls in school. Days simpler to be sure. Although their woes had seemed insurmountable- hers, to gain her grandfather's respect, and Tiffany's, to gain her family's love - there had been time enough to be outside of it in those days. She had learned music, art, and how to kick dirt in the face of Francine when she wasn't looking so she'd have no choice but to trip and ruin her new clothes. She'd scored well in math and science, and less-so in Literature, ever-bored by the stories that didn't have the fantastical monsters and demons of her family's stories.
It hadn't been either of their choices to be brought up in the families they were, and to have the blood they did. She did not need to ask Tiffany for details of her life in those years - how she had come into Gabe's company, what it was that Talkane had her doing for him, why had she infiltrated the hunters for as long as she did - to surmise its grand features. It had left something to be seen in her person, in her nature, though beneath it all she still saw the friend from all those years ago.
Sitting in the silence, she felt not alone in it - but sensed, perhaps, Tiffany was at a loss for what else to be said. She tilted her head to John's sleeping form. Though she had no fear whatsoever he would wake anytime soon, she could suppose him an interesting enough topic for conversation.
"You know, most people would just get a cat if they're looking for a pet..." she mused. Her expression was featureless, but there was a playful light in her eyes.
She sighed, unfurling herself so she leaned backwards, her weight on her back hand and her gaze tilted upwards to the canapé of the trees.
"Take him along to my lab sometime, I'm sure we can get him dewormed, chipped, and vaccinated..." she turned her face softly to Tiffany, something else troubling her.
"What is it you intend to do once we reach civilization?" she asked.
Quote from Mae on August 25, 2023, 7:20 pmTiffany turned her chin over her shoulder to look at John. He was laying with his back toward her, facing Ionone's makeshift windbreak of logs and leaves. His nut-brown hair was silhouetted under the shadow of the trees. His clothes were a ragged mess. His breath and his heartbeat both attested to that which comes of sleep after a long day of work and toil. Tiffany let a solemn, fleeting smile pass over her lips to see him lay.
This young man, often seen sitting in the dark on a couch behind the card table, was ever the bottom-end of the hunter's jokes. They would tell stories to play with and amuse him. Over half of them were lies, as Tiffany knew, both from her experience and from the hunter's side-winking eyes at her. John's heart would race at the thrilling stories they told, and they would laugh to see his imagination soar. He believed them. He was a humble young man. An honest young man. Tiffany had seen him go out of his way to return change to a shop owner, or help an old woman across the street. He thought himself silly for it, and some of the hunters agreed. But to Tiffany, John's humble humanity and child-like virtues were worth so much and more. John had a lot left to live for. Perhaps he would one day be a hunter. Perhaps, he would be a werewolf. Either way. Tiffany wanted him to have today.
As her thoughts circulated, Tiffany looked back at Ionone.
"I don't know, sugar," she said with a soft laugh, "Probably go get drunk."
The thought was amusing, but it was far from the truth. Tiffany knew she would have to report to Talkane first, and then confront Gabriel. But there was no point in bringing it up. She didn't intend to bring Ionone along on either one of those chores. So, she let her eyes and mind drift up to the night sky. With the dazzling little stars looking down at her, another thought came to mind.
"You know," she said with a smile. "That's the one thing about being what we are that I really love; coming out on a night like this and everybody singing together."
Tiffany turned her chin over her shoulder to look at John. He was laying with his back toward her, facing Ionone's makeshift windbreak of logs and leaves. His nut-brown hair was silhouetted under the shadow of the trees. His clothes were a ragged mess. His breath and his heartbeat both attested to that which comes of sleep after a long day of work and toil. Tiffany let a solemn, fleeting smile pass over her lips to see him lay.
This young man, often seen sitting in the dark on a couch behind the card table, was ever the bottom-end of the hunter's jokes. They would tell stories to play with and amuse him. Over half of them were lies, as Tiffany knew, both from her experience and from the hunter's side-winking eyes at her. John's heart would race at the thrilling stories they told, and they would laugh to see his imagination soar. He believed them. He was a humble young man. An honest young man. Tiffany had seen him go out of his way to return change to a shop owner, or help an old woman across the street. He thought himself silly for it, and some of the hunters agreed. But to Tiffany, John's humble humanity and child-like virtues were worth so much and more. John had a lot left to live for. Perhaps he would one day be a hunter. Perhaps, he would be a werewolf. Either way. Tiffany wanted him to have today.
As her thoughts circulated, Tiffany looked back at Ionone.
"I don't know, sugar," she said with a soft laugh, "Probably go get drunk."
The thought was amusing, but it was far from the truth. Tiffany knew she would have to report to Talkane first, and then confront Gabriel. But there was no point in bringing it up. She didn't intend to bring Ionone along on either one of those chores. So, she let her eyes and mind drift up to the night sky. With the dazzling little stars looking down at her, another thought came to mind.
"You know," she said with a smile. "That's the one thing about being what we are that I really love; coming out on a night like this and everybody singing together."
Quote from Mae on October 31, 2023, 4:53 pmIn the solemn reaches of the night, in the far wilderness, under the shadows of tall pines, dreams seem to steal into the mind like living things. They come up, hesitant at first, sensing that blank stare into the dark. Then, when no one moves, they creep into the mind where they make their homes.
In the dark spaces of sleep, Tiffany heard her childhood friend calling, then screaming. In her mind's eye, she saw a flash of red and saw a wicked face. Then she woke with a jolt and sent all those dark nightmares scattering into the woods like deer to gunfire.
Tiffany lay silently, listening, then. There were no screams, no scenes of violence, no hunters. Just a quiet night under the stars with Ami keeping watch nearby...
- Closed -
In the solemn reaches of the night, in the far wilderness, under the shadows of tall pines, dreams seem to steal into the mind like living things. They come up, hesitant at first, sensing that blank stare into the dark. Then, when no one moves, they creep into the mind where they make their homes.
In the dark spaces of sleep, Tiffany heard her childhood friend calling, then screaming. In her mind's eye, she saw a flash of red and saw a wicked face. Then she woke with a jolt and sent all those dark nightmares scattering into the woods like deer to gunfire.
Tiffany lay silently, listening, then. There were no screams, no scenes of violence, no hunters. Just a quiet night under the stars with Ami keeping watch nearby...
- Closed -
