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[ OOM: Joan meets a stranger in the hallways upstairs. Warnings for bitey vampire bloodplay. ]
Joan's lost track of what time it is - or even what day it is - when she wakes in her own bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. A trip to the mirror confirms how terrible she feels and looks, her face completely devoid of any and all color, several of her red curls falling loose from the pins she's mysteriously lost.
She splashes some water on her face - there's a red stain on her face that she can't identify (smudged lipstick, perhaps?) - and changes her clothes with considerable effort before she makes her way down to the bar.
Joan curls up on a couch in front of the fireplace, but she can barely feel the warmth emanating from the flickering flames. Bar offers her tea - which she accepts - but twenty minutes pass and she's still holding the mug in her hands, staring blankly into the fire and trying to recall what's happened to put her in such a state.
(She still hasn't seen the marks on the inside of her wrist.)
[ tiny tags: joan holloway, vlad dracula, a gothic winter tale ]
Joan's lost track of what time it is - or even what day it is - when she wakes in her own bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. A trip to the mirror confirms how terrible she feels and looks, her face completely devoid of any and all color, several of her red curls falling loose from the pins she's mysteriously lost.
She splashes some water on her face - there's a red stain on her face that she can't identify (smudged lipstick, perhaps?) - and changes her clothes with considerable effort before she makes her way down to the bar.
Joan curls up on a couch in front of the fireplace, but she can barely feel the warmth emanating from the flickering flames. Bar offers her tea - which she accepts - but twenty minutes pass and she's still holding the mug in her hands, staring blankly into the fire and trying to recall what's happened to put her in such a state.
(She still hasn't seen the marks on the inside of her wrist.)
[ tiny tags: joan holloway, vlad dracula, a gothic winter tale ]