One of the benefits of The Fun House had to be the mirrors. Personally she could do without catching sight of herself when the crowd shifted but it gave her ample opportunity to scan the faces, see who didn’t reflect back. With all the lights and all the people it would be easy for a vampire to go unnoticed, providing they stayed far enough from the walls. Valerie had to hand it to the ones that dared frequent the club, they were ballsy at least. When you were immortal you could afford to take those sorts of risks.
Currently though, her eyes were closed, but her senses were wide open. The blonde could feel the collective heat surround her and she allowed it to cushion her like a blanket. Like sunshine on her skin. It let her pretend that everything was right in the world. That things were okay, for a little while, at least. It didn’t matter if she belonged, all that mattered was the distraction, to feel less. Valerie had been distracting herself quite a lot lately. For the most part it worked. Until it didn’t. All it took was a certain phrase, a brief glimpse of someone tall with unruly dark hair, a scent as a body brushed against hers. Then reality flooded back and she had to leave. Patrol. Live to find another distraction.
Words in her ear brought that same crash of reality, a familiar voice, but it couldn’t be. Valerie forced herself to smile, made herself respond flippantly as she started to turn. “Sure but the last guy who touched me walked away with broken fing-” Brian. “Uhh.” Right there. Valerie’s mind short circuited. Had she drank too much? Was he a hallucination or had she passed out in the bathroom and this was a fevered dream? No, she’d never been that drunk before. And she could smell him, oh... That clean kind of musk that clung to his skin under the deodorant and soaps. The kind that was purely him and fogged her mind like a bathroom window after a long hot shower.
Valerie’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened as it hit her. He’s really here. The beating of her heart escalated to an erratic thump as she swallowed thickly and remembered to breathe. “Yes.” She said, the word tumbling from her lips as if it couldn’t escape fast enough, then just as quickly, “No.” A shake of her head was given as she bit her lip and fought to make sense. “I mean yes you can dance with me. No I don’t mind.” Oh god, could she be any less eloquent?
Nervously the blonde ran her hands down her shirt, glad that she’d unbuttoned it because suddenly she felt entirely too warm. At least she had on a tank top underneath, so she wasn’t flashing anybody. It would have been excruciating if she’d looked trashy. What would he even think? What did he think right now? Why did she care? Valerie had made a point of avoiding The Dive, though she missed it more than she imagined she would. It was Brian’s space and she hadn’t wanted to insert herself into his territory. No sense in making it awkward for him, for herself, when she didn’t want to cause him any more pain. Showing up there would just feel like she was flaunting herself and she refused to be perceived as childish or petty.
She wanted to ask why he was here, it didn’t seem like the kind of place he’d pick out. Unless he’s here with someone. Foolishly the blonde found herself looking around then caught herself and took a deep, not entirely soothing, breath. Even if he was it was none of her business. Valerie fought the irrational urge to reach out and touch him, to drag her nails down his skin, to bite and mark and lay claim as if he were a possession and not a person. The feral part of her brain, the hunter within, demanded one thing. Mine. Valerie shook her head as if to clear it and yet couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She stood still as everyone around her moved with ease and wondered if time had slowed down.
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on 2014-03-10 03:20 pm (UTC)Currently though, her eyes were closed, but her senses were wide open. The blonde could feel the collective heat surround her and she allowed it to cushion her like a blanket. Like sunshine on her skin. It let her pretend that everything was right in the world. That things were okay, for a little while, at least. It didn’t matter if she belonged, all that mattered was the distraction, to feel less. Valerie had been distracting herself quite a lot lately. For the most part it worked. Until it didn’t. All it took was a certain phrase, a brief glimpse of someone tall with unruly dark hair, a scent as a body brushed against hers. Then reality flooded back and she had to leave. Patrol. Live to find another distraction.
Words in her ear brought that same crash of reality, a familiar voice, but it couldn’t be. Valerie forced herself to smile, made herself respond flippantly as she started to turn. “Sure but the last guy who touched me walked away with broken fing-” Brian. “Uhh.” Right there. Valerie’s mind short circuited. Had she drank too much? Was he a hallucination or had she passed out in the bathroom and this was a fevered dream? No, she’d never been that drunk before. And she could smell him, oh... That clean kind of musk that clung to his skin under the deodorant and soaps. The kind that was purely him and fogged her mind like a bathroom window after a long hot shower.
Valerie’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened as it hit her. He’s really here. The beating of her heart escalated to an erratic thump as she swallowed thickly and remembered to breathe. “Yes.” She said, the word tumbling from her lips as if it couldn’t escape fast enough, then just as quickly, “No.” A shake of her head was given as she bit her lip and fought to make sense. “I mean yes you can dance with me. No I don’t mind.” Oh god, could she be any less eloquent?
Nervously the blonde ran her hands down her shirt, glad that she’d unbuttoned it because suddenly she felt entirely too warm. At least she had on a tank top underneath, so she wasn’t flashing anybody. It would have been excruciating if she’d looked trashy. What would he even think? What did he think right now? Why did she care? Valerie had made a point of avoiding The Dive, though she missed it more than she imagined she would. It was Brian’s space and she hadn’t wanted to insert herself into his territory. No sense in making it awkward for him, for herself, when she didn’t want to cause him any more pain. Showing up there would just feel like she was flaunting herself and she refused to be perceived as childish or petty.
She wanted to ask why he was here, it didn’t seem like the kind of place he’d pick out. Unless he’s here with someone. Foolishly the blonde found herself looking around then caught herself and took a deep, not entirely soothing, breath. Even if he was it was none of her business. Valerie fought the irrational urge to reach out and touch him, to drag her nails down his skin, to bite and mark and lay claim as if he were a possession and not a person. The feral part of her brain, the hunter within, demanded one thing. Mine. Valerie shook her head as if to clear it and yet couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She stood still as everyone around her moved with ease and wondered if time had slowed down.