Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles
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Home Again
The woman who she followed up the stairs of her apartment building smelt of jasmine and wood smoke. The blonde was taller than her by a few inches and spiked heels, long hair curled around her, Jaana was deliberating whether it was natural or not. Green eyes smiled down at her when she held the door open for her at her floor. “Hey, weren’t you out in the desert tonight too?” the woman asked as Jaana walked under her arm.
The vampire turned to look up, eyebrow raised in a credible Spock impersonation. “I’m surprised you could see me with the campfire at your back.” She stopped in the doorway.
The woman shook her head, “Naw, I was out, y’know.” A biological function of some kind, Jaana assumed. “You and some giant hunk of man. I only remember ’cause of the juxtaposition.” She transferred holding the fire door with her shoulder and held out her right hand, “I’m Sasha.”
“Jaana.” she replied, shaking the hand, trying her best to emulate the strength of a normal mortal. There was something about this Sasha that tugged at the side of her sight and brain.
“Guessing you’re new to town and just took over three thirteen?” Sasha seemed reluctant to let go of Jaana’s hand.
“That’s me,” Jaana confirmed. Was the woman looking for an invite over? “I’m afraid I’m a bit short on furniture at the moment.”
Sasha grinned, “I know how that is. I’m up in five sixteen if you ever need a cup of sugar or company or anything. I’m a painter, I’m home most of the day.”
“I’m a dancer, I tend to sleep the days away.” Which seemed less odd in the winter months when the days were short, she had to be insane to be moving to a place where summer days lasted sixteen hours.
Sasha grinned, “Then I’ll never expect you before I’ve had my morning coffee! I’m right cranky before I get caffiene!” She turned to continue up the stairs, “Welcome to Las Vegas, Jaana.”
Something about the way Sasha said her name was more like a caress than a greeting. Jaana caught the door and watched the blonde mortal sashay her way up. She wasn’t normally one to appreciate females, but Sasha had a form she wouldn’t mind getting naked with.
She shrugged her thoughts back to the sun that was rapidly climbing into the sky and hurried back to her apartment. No signs of light crept in around door or windows as she forced herself to sit through sunrise, yawns becoming more powerful and demanding with each minute.
Satisfied that she probably wasn’t going to burn in her day induced coma, she curled up in the closet of the master bedroom. She’d probably have to get some sort of furniture soon if she ever wanted to .. entertain.