𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆,   she  /  her  .  intro  ,  musings  ,  interactions  ,  pinterest .

     leah would’ve much rather been back home in bed. if she was being honest, she’d had absolutely no desire to come to forks little fall festival. for one thing, she’d thought the whole thing was silly, just an extravagant event for kids. but seth had insisted, practically begging her to go even as he’d drug her out of the house, and try as she might she’d never been able to say no to him. so now here she was, begrudgingly trailing along behind her brother from one booth to the next as they mingled with the rest of the forks’ entire population.

     she was busying herself with eyeing a little table of knick knacks at one of the booths, eyeing the little hand carved figures with amusement. it was all very kitschy; very appropriate given the festival itself. she put down the little bird she’d been looking at and turned, ready to go find seth and beg for the fifth time if they could leave when she bumped into someone. she sputtered for a moment, caught off guard as she stepped back and began to offer an apology when she saw who it was.

    it felt like she’d been swept off her feet, as if the very earth beneath her was suddenly gone. leah couldn’t help the way she inhaled sharply, her lips pulled taught as something in her chest pulled tight. gravity shifted, and suddenly it was like nothing else in the world existed outside of rebecca black. something fierce fluttered in her chest as she tried to steady herself before she spoke. “  . . .  bex? when did you get back?  ”

                       the  stuffiness  of  the  room  due  to  all  the  warm  human  bodies  crammed  into  it  was  nearly  intolerable ,  and  luna  was  struggling  to  recall  as  to  why  she  was  even  here .  blah  blah  blah ,  blending  in ,  blah  blah  blah .  still ,  she  would  almost  prefer  to  forgo  any  attempts  at  pretending  to  be  human  in  favor  of  simply  living  out  in  the  woods .  would  probably  be  easier ,  in  many  ways .  sigh .  if  only  she  didn’t  love  her  closet  and  modern  conveniences  so  much .  she  noted  the  other  vampire  in  the  vicinity ,  debating  on  whether  she  should  speak  to  her  or  not .  such  a  thing  was  always  a  gamble  -  would  the  meeting  produce  a  friend  or  foe ?   ‘  is  this  really  the  best  place  to  get  some  art  practice  in ?  ’

     iona raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, watching the other vampire from across the way. she crawled through her memories, trying to recall if she’d ever seen her over the centuries, but her face wasn’t a familiar one. placing her pencil down, she pushed the sketchbook back from her for a moment, tilting her head as she watched the other.  “  i like to document the places i’ve been. i draw whenever the mood strikes me,  ”  she countered.  “  besides, i don’t think they mind the business.  ”  she smirked a bit as she glanced around, noting how little traffic there actually was in the little diner. she expected no less from a small town.  “  i could ask you the same, you know - or are you just here to people watch?  ”

    ───    “oh i definitely think you can, it’s the backboard i’m worried about,” rosalind calls out, arms crossed and legs dangling where she’s propped on the plywood countertop. attendant’s too skittish to bark her off. which is good for them, since ros’s two screaming teenagers and one more baby girl away from peace’ing out to crash on a gravestone. how embarrassing. “look, don’t embarrass me by tearing a hole through the tent all right? i’d hate to have to get up and show you how it’s done, ma.” 

     iona smirked, scoffing a little as the attendant handed her the dart.  “  my control is certainly better than that,  ”  she teased. the human eyed the both of them with a touch of confusion, very obviously put off by their conversation but iona paid him no mind.  “  are you challenging me? you better be sure you’re up for it if you are.  ”  she paused, glancing over at her daughter with that little smirk before she let the dart fly. a perfect bullseye, right in the center of the target. iona grinned, turning to face her fully as she picked up another dart.  “  well? what do you say?  ”

⠀ ─── ⠀ kawennáhere devery jacobs    .   demigirl   .   she/they   .   |   youth   by   daughter   +   rain falling on the forest floor,  late night drives, always feeling like the last choice, bared teeth, tired eyes and a hungry heart   .   |   lurking   in   the   shadows   is   leah clearwater ,   a   twenty-five   year   old   shifter .   they’re   in   forks   ,   washington   because   they  live. here  and  they  want  to  protect  their  people  .   they   (   aren’t   )   looking   for   the   cure   and   they   are   hoping   that   its   existence   is   true   .   i   wonder   how   they’ll   react   to   it   since      their   +  independent   &   +  resilient   traits   are   all   people   seem   to   talk   about   ,  but   i   have   a   feeling   their   -  moody   &   -  pessimistic   tendencies   will   bear   all   soon   enough   .

˗ˏˋ interactions ⟶ ❛ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❜

˗ˏˋ musings ⟶ ❛ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❜

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˗ˏˋ electricity between both of us ⟶ ❛ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 ❜

“  oh, so you think i can’t hit it huh?  ”  iona laughed, one delicate eyebrow raising slightly as she smirked at her daughter. they’d come to the haunt fest merely to check it out, and while iona hadn’t been particularly excited about coming originally, she had to admit the little festival had a certain sort of charm to it. still, she found herself getting caught up in the charm of it all. maybe that was why she was so determined to win that silly little plush bear and prove her daughter wrong. holding her hand out to the attendent for the dart, she glanced back at rosalind over her shoulder with a smirk.  “  watch me, baby girl.  ”