Because 1am is rp time
Setting: The streets of Hogsmeade, late afternoon
Characters: Darci and Tybalt.
Summary: Darci just isn't quite slutty enough, now, is she?
Darci couldn't stand the thought of another day spent hiding in her room, trying desperately (and pathetically) to avoid Lucifer. She thought she'd heard him loudly staging a conversation with some bimbo outside her bedroom door, but she couldn't be sure. Well, rather, she was sure the conversation had been staged - it was whether or not there was actually a bimbo there, that she wasn't certain of.
She'd sneaked out of the house at the unholy hour of 1pm, today, knowing full well Lucifer wouldn't rise until about 2. Her Father, and Lucifer's mother, were away for the week, so she had no reason at all to even bother coming home, if she didn't feel like it. It was rather liberating.
She'd arrived in Hogsmeade, by floo, at about ten past one, and had spent the last four hours window shopping, perfectly content to do so alone. In fact, the thought of being around people didn't seem at all appealing, just at the moment. It was much more fun to watch them, to be the mysterious loner, the unattainable aloof stranger. Or so she liked to imagine herself.
She was sitting on a small, sunny bench, set just off the bustling main street, eating a bowl of cherries and reading a newly purchased book on Thestrels when a shadow fell across the page, causing her to look up.
Characters: Darci and Tybalt.
Summary: Darci just isn't quite slutty enough, now, is she?
Darci couldn't stand the thought of another day spent hiding in her room, trying desperately (and pathetically) to avoid Lucifer. She thought she'd heard him loudly staging a conversation with some bimbo outside her bedroom door, but she couldn't be sure. Well, rather, she was sure the conversation had been staged - it was whether or not there was actually a bimbo there, that she wasn't certain of.
She'd sneaked out of the house at the unholy hour of 1pm, today, knowing full well Lucifer wouldn't rise until about 2. Her Father, and Lucifer's mother, were away for the week, so she had no reason at all to even bother coming home, if she didn't feel like it. It was rather liberating.
She'd arrived in Hogsmeade, by floo, at about ten past one, and had spent the last four hours window shopping, perfectly content to do so alone. In fact, the thought of being around people didn't seem at all appealing, just at the moment. It was much more fun to watch them, to be the mysterious loner, the unattainable aloof stranger. Or so she liked to imagine herself.
She was sitting on a small, sunny bench, set just off the bustling main street, eating a bowl of cherries and reading a newly purchased book on Thestrels when a shadow fell across the page, causing her to look up.