As far as interesting statements went, Julianna’s had certainly caught her attention. Valerie’s gaze became a little more intent as she played it over in her mind. Would she be different had the woman been part of her training? Learned something new, undoubtedly. In all the time she’d spent around other Watcher’s, she’d never once seen one so openly vulnerable. So human. As Julianna was right then. Perhaps it was the frank honesty that caused the slight smile to form on the blonde’s lips. A sense of respect growing due to the elder’s straight-to-the-point attitude that she herself often used. Refreshing, really.
“I had no idea that the Watcher’s had a legacy but it actually makes more sense.” Green eyes blinked thoughtfully at Julianna before Valerie added, “I guess you were born into destiny. Fate’s, well, she’s kinda funky like that.” Either that or she was twisted. Cosmic cruelty at it’s strangest.
Valerie plucked a few chips up to crunch on as she listened. Elbows lifted to rest on the table as the blonde leaned in, voice low. “My training might be over but I see no reason why we can’t. I mean I like to stay sharp with, well, skills and knowledge is by far one of the most important. Without it being a-” Valerie’s tongue refused to form the word. “A uhm, chosen one wouldn’t do much except overall physical damage but there are tricky things out there that only cease to be when you use something specific.”
She shook her head with a bit of a cringe and chuckled. “You know what I mean. I’d be happy to work with you. Oh, speaking of books did you…” Valerie trailed off, looked around subtly to make sure people weren’t paying them any attention, then continued. “Were you able to find anything on The Old One’s?” Hunger could only be kept at bay so long, so it was with an apologetic smile that Valerie picked up the other half of her sandwich and took a bite. Though she chewed and swallowed before daring to speak, she might spend the majority of her life fighting like a beast but she was raised with manners.
“Thank you.” The blonde said, because it felt like there was a compliment in there somewhere, that they meshed personality wise perhaps. Before taking another bite, Valerie tilted her head to the side and looked out the window. “There’s actually something that’s been bothering me. Well not bothering, I’m not being tormented or anything but a couple of weeks ago…”
Valerie sat up straight, crossed her ankles under the table and cleared her throat. When she spoke her eyes were on the bag of chips, neutral territory. “Okay one night on my way home from scouting out a new area I decided to take a shortcut through a park. Clear night, no vampire action, and I met this… This girl. She looked my age, but had an accent like yours, English. Brunette, very friendly, said I could call her Beth, so we…” Valerie frowned at the chips, embarrassment uncoiling within her stomach to spread out, colour her words. “We talked for a bit, then we walked together and she, we… Held hands and it felt… It felt so natural, like we’d known each other our entire life but there was lightening and she started asking questions and I realised she wasn’t a girl at all.”
Fingers captured a stray chip to occupy herself with as she cleared her throat. “Beth wasn’t her name, she wouldn’t give it, said if I wanted to talk to her that I should pray and think of her. I don’t know, at first I thought a demon, but now I don’t think she was. Deathly pale, quite…” Valerie huffed out a breath and accidently crushed the chip. “Not to sound weird but she was, well, beautiful, in the most haunting way. Dressed in a gown of pitch black. Talked in circles though, mind games. I think I upset her when I asked her to get to the point because she had things… Invisible things, hold me in place. She did this thing, where she touched the air and I…”
Valerie chewed the inside of her lip then blurted, “I felt it, like she’d ran her finger down my skin felt it. She knew what I was and offered to show me how to connect with my, with the demon essence but I didn’t accept and have no clue who or what she is.”
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“I had no idea that the Watcher’s had a legacy but it actually makes more sense.” Green eyes blinked thoughtfully at Julianna before Valerie added, “I guess you were born into destiny. Fate’s, well, she’s kinda funky like that.” Either that or she was twisted. Cosmic cruelty at it’s strangest.
Valerie plucked a few chips up to crunch on as she listened. Elbows lifted to rest on the table as the blonde leaned in, voice low. “My training might be over but I see no reason why we can’t. I mean I like to stay sharp with, well, skills and knowledge is by far one of the most important. Without it being a-” Valerie’s tongue refused to form the word. “A uhm, chosen one wouldn’t do much except overall physical damage but there are tricky things out there that only cease to be when you use something specific.”
She shook her head with a bit of a cringe and chuckled. “You know what I mean. I’d be happy to work with you. Oh, speaking of books did you…” Valerie trailed off, looked around subtly to make sure people weren’t paying them any attention, then continued. “Were you able to find anything on The Old One’s?” Hunger could only be kept at bay so long, so it was with an apologetic smile that Valerie picked up the other half of her sandwich and took a bite. Though she chewed and swallowed before daring to speak, she might spend the majority of her life fighting like a beast but she was raised with manners.
“Thank you.” The blonde said, because it felt like there was a compliment in there somewhere, that they meshed personality wise perhaps. Before taking another bite, Valerie tilted her head to the side and looked out the window. “There’s actually something that’s been bothering me. Well not bothering, I’m not being tormented or anything but a couple of weeks ago…”
Valerie sat up straight, crossed her ankles under the table and cleared her throat. When she spoke her eyes were on the bag of chips, neutral territory. “Okay one night on my way home from scouting out a new area I decided to take a shortcut through a park. Clear night, no vampire action, and I met this… This girl. She looked my age, but had an accent like yours, English. Brunette, very friendly, said I could call her Beth, so we…” Valerie frowned at the chips, embarrassment uncoiling within her stomach to spread out, colour her words. “We talked for a bit, then we walked together and she, we… Held hands and it felt… It felt so natural, like we’d known each other our entire life but there was lightening and she started asking questions and I realised she wasn’t a girl at all.”
Fingers captured a stray chip to occupy herself with as she cleared her throat. “Beth wasn’t her name, she wouldn’t give it, said if I wanted to talk to her that I should pray and think of her. I don’t know, at first I thought a demon, but now I don’t think she was. Deathly pale, quite…” Valerie huffed out a breath and accidently crushed the chip. “Not to sound weird but she was, well, beautiful, in the most haunting way. Dressed in a gown of pitch black. Talked in circles though, mind games. I think I upset her when I asked her to get to the point because she had things… Invisible things, hold me in place. She did this thing, where she touched the air and I…”
Valerie chewed the inside of her lip then blurted, “I felt it, like she’d ran her finger down my skin felt it. She knew what I was and offered to show me how to connect with my, with the demon essence but I didn’t accept and have no clue who or what she is.”