A subtle gasp. Her heart skipped a beat. The woman appeared on the corner the dogs had just been playing, appeared so suddenly and silently you’d have thought he’d just popped out of the ground. That, as so many other things on this island, was an illusion. She had merely been lost in thoughts, hadn’t she? The brain was a treacherous thing sometimes. This was not about the dogs and the fights they fought, it was not about home and the pets they’ve kept – To be completely honest, Alica wasn’t even sure what she was really thinking about, only that it occupied her mind for a moment too long.

“I-I’m sorry..” It was a mumble and a lie. Her eyes had widened, her expression frozen for a moment that it was almost rude of her to pretend not to recognize the siren. If anything, that was one face she would never forget. It was different, though. She wasn’t afraid anymore or angry yet far from comfortable and she certainly wasn’t forgiven. But all that was too much to worry about now. “I shouldn’t have stared. I gotta-“ What was it again she had to do? Funny how it all boiled down to lies again. “No, what I meant is I want to go”

Tiffany and anyone. 

Clyde frowned as he threw his last bottle of scotch in the water. Today wasn’t his lucky day. It wasn’t even his lucky week or year so far. The male wasn’t used to so much water regardless of its frozen state. In fact, he wasn’t even used to so much water in its normal form. And then there were this large crowd supernaturals around him. After New Year’s Eve he was about to ditch all his supernatural contacts but eventually thought he couldn’t quite explain that to anyone. Furthermore, some of them probably were a bit sensitive about such things. With all that on his mind the fact that he now hadn’t had any favorite liquor anymore to drown himself in drove him crazy. With a light smirk he thought back to the psychology professor he once met on the street. Well, he could understand him now and was pretty much about to do the same, maybe freezing himself until he graduated. 

All that was wishful thinking though. He couldn’t go away. He almost couldn’t hold himself back to not run right into the blonde who occupied his eyes for quite a while now. As Clyde first met her he never thought that somebody like her would play in the snow, but maybe that was a supernatural thing again. They were all just crazy. In fact, as Clyde first met her, the only thing he thought of getting away without too much harm, which pretty much failed. In a moment of anger that he even felt sorry for her for lying his mind was distracted long enough to let the magic do its job. He sneaked up behind her, covering her eyes with his hands. “Guess who it is, little minx”, he whispered into her ear. Well, at least he could have it his way.