say goodbye to all the glowing eyes

Dee was trying to enjoy Oxford, if not for the fact that she had run into Nora once again, then for her stupid idiot brother who (even though he claimed he didn't like Oxford) was totally in love with the stupid place. The stupid place and it's stupid inhabitants who she wasn't even allowed to eat because he had some sort of weird, off-kilter attachment to a select few of them. Sometimes twins could be really, really great. Until they weren't anymore. Dean had suggested she come and hang out with his new best friends but Dee would have rather relived 480 more years in the 1970s (it was a bad era for her ok the clothes were trash and everyone was weird), so she woke up as dusk hit and immediately jetted out to avoid being woken up by Claire fucking Belfront knocking on her coffin for the third day in a row. She'd been to the coffee shop. She'd hung out at the cemetery. She'd been to Fangotpia and hung out at a few college hotspots and as a last ditch resort she had even attempted to watch a movie with Hugo but she couldn't fucking stand it any longer. "Aaargh!" Dee groaned, causing a couple people to turn and stare at her before she shot them an evil glare (as evil as she could muster when she looked 12) and stomped into the nearest shop. Which she was slightly regretting already. She turned her angry face to a very large rubber penis, picked it up, and growled some more. She wanted to hit Dean in the face with it. She had just contemplated the possibility of stealing it and going around and whacking towns people with it when she heard a voice beside her. "Oh god, there's another one?" Dee had no fucking idea. Truly, because she had only met like 2 other Belfronts. She dropped the penis back on its display before turning to him, nose raised slightly as she looked him over. He did look a lot like Claire, and he was a werewolf, but Dee already liked him loads more than his female counterpart -- and much hotter. Not to mention he seemed to be just as irked at his sister as she was at her brother. The corner of her lips quirked up in a small smile. "I'm Dee," she greeted finally, extending a small hand out in greeting. "You must be the twin that isn't annoying as hell."

"No, I suppose you had that part covered long before I came into the picture," she replied, a saddened smile still on her face. Nora had gotten the chance to learn much about Dee’s life, in particular about her relationship with her twin brother. It...

As a fresh, newbian Oxfordian (jk she would never live here for longer than she could convince Deanie to leave and maybe Nora now, too), this had been the second time that she had heard this mysterious Fangtopia mentioned. Dee figured it was high time to bite. Maybe not literally, but she was definitely hungry. As if on cue, her tummy gave an indignant little rumble. “Dean wouldn’t let me eat his boy toy, and the next person I ran into told me they were O neg, but were totally A neg,” Dee made casual conversation despite the fact that Nora smelled really nice and occasionally their shoulders would bump as they strolled (honestly — strolled?? Dee didn’t stroll), and sometimes Dee would prick her thumbnail against Nora’s thumb whenever a human bug or poopy werewolf passed a bit too close for her liking. “I’m not seeing the appeal,” Dee’s nose crinkled slightly before she turned and got a look at the brunette’s face and any and all look of disgust seemed to vanish away. “But I found you here, so it can’t be all that bad — can it?” Dee left the question rhetorical as she hugged Nora’s hand up to her chest and followed the scent of a fuckton of blood where she assumed this Fangtopia must be. A pint and some Nora didn’t sound too bad right about now. Dee kept Nora’s hand held tightly to her chest. “How about we start with how you died? Everybody loves a good ol’ tragedy in the form of the dead undead, right?” Unfortunately Dee’s wasn’t as cool as most, but she couldn’t complain if it kept her with her stupid, lovely brother all of these years. And, best of all, Nora. She still couldn’t quite believe the other girl was here. Beside her. Dee gave Nora a sharp pinch to her arm, and then to her side.

Teresa Palmer and Chris Hemsworth?

A Little Death || Deanna & Nora

It had been so long since Dee had seen that smile; heard that laugh. And suddenly her face was between Nora's cool hands and Dee's eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft hum of contentment -- not unlike a cat. A very psychotic, sunny ball of blonde, cat. If it was anybody else, Dee might have even bit them, but since it was Nora, Dee's hands softly came to rest atop hers, her palms covering the back of Nora's hands just before she leaned forward to headbutt the brunette.  "I missed you," Dee stated simply, her eyes opening as her gaze met Nora's and a sparkle hit her blue hue. Dee's grip on Nora's hands tightened as she began to back up, back out into the square. "Will you tell me everything, now?" she asked innocently, hooking her fingers through her brunette companion's. "We could go sit down at a coffee shop somewhere. Like old times. This place definitely isn't Brooklyn..." And times definitely weren't the same as they once were. Before, Dee had a life to live for, or something like it. Now? They had all the time in the world, didn't they? "And if not everything... Will you at least tell me what you've been up to? What you're doing here? I mean, I'm still struggling to see the appeal." She couldn't eat Dean's boyfriend, there were way too many wolves, the hot vampire she occasionally stayed with/stole things from thought she was 14 and honestly, running into Nora had been the highlight of her time in Oxford. You know -- before she awkwardly ran from her.