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Social Media & Texting Prompts - Accepting

The Hyperion hotel was large by any standards, which merely meant more room for Dawn to explore, more opportunities to stay out of the way. She’d only been staying here a short while, unable to face staying in Sunnydale after what happened to her sister, so she’d packed a bag and left, telling nobody. She’d left a note but she’d known that wasn’t enough, that she’d risked her safety to travel to LA in the middle of the night, but she also felt it worth it. If she’d told anyone about her plans, if she’d asked to do it? they’d have stopped her. 

TVD PROMPTS ; accepting

‘ Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire? ‘ @feigenburkle​

@feigenburkle // Fred

Before her dear old friend can even spot the newly arrived guest and promptly steal them away for the rest of the evening, Valerie makes a beeline through the standing crowd in the living room towards the open door. Winifred has come to dazzle everyone with her collarbones, it seems, and give the vampire a seriously hard time keeping her eyes anywhere deemed appropriate. How long since they'd seen each other? Could you believe they hadn't met since that first gathering at Al's? It could be so hard to flush these introverts out of their nests – she's surprised the woman showed up all the way across the world for this. Wesley must be pulling extra shifts.

Here’s a rare thing: a face she doesn’t know.

Valerie had noticed her before off the corner of her eye, felt, like a prickle on the skin, the furtive glances the young woman had cast her way, a timid spell waiting to unfurl, held back by an inexperienced hand. Interesting. She had spent so long talking to Wesley, all timid laughter and niche jokes, covering domains far beyond the vampire’s interests (but not unworthy of her respect) — plus the overwhelming aura of untapped potential that glowed around them... darlings. Something tragic there, perhaps? Had Wesley not given the girl a chance, heart too tied to some other lugubrious lover? 

Oh, she restlessly wonders. Arthur knew the girl too; how come they hadn’t been introduced? 

It isn’t until well past midpoint that Valerie finds an opening in the shape of this gorgeous thing sitting all alone on a sofa outlooking the garden, cradling what seemed to be a cup of hot cocoa between both hands. A crime, really. A bigger crime would be Valerie passing up the opportunity to slide into the seat right next to her, still clutching her whiskey glass like a crutch, all sharp angles and svelte limbs snug in black velvet. 

          While the brunette had repeatedly claimed that she was feeling well over the course of the outing, there’s an elevated degree of concern that grips Wesley, the man remaining close by and watchful in case anything untoward were to occur. He still thinks this is far too soon, more tests required to discern for any parameters that could affect her condition, gut wrenching scepticism and malaise ever present  (  & they say resurrections are a joyous occasion...  ).