#stella 1

At some point, Mokou got a phone. A reward for staying in the hive for a month and becoming a ‘citizen’. She didn’t have any choice in the matter, but hey.

“Sumireko had one of these, didn’t she?” Took pictures with them, ‘selfies’ she called them? That means there had to be a camera in this thing, but where would it fit on this slab?

She started looking over the thing, turning it back to front to back again and holding it up to the sun to see if she could make head or tales of it. Then, turning it around again, she fumbled it out of her hands and dropped it into the tall grass. Well.

Almost immediatly, the tall woman launched onto all fours like some kind of wolf and started crawling through the grass, looking for where the phone fell.

CRACK

She found it.

   It had been a day since he’d been delivered back to the estate, and this was the first time he’d ventured out of his room. He couldn’t hide there forever, as much as he might like to. There were people who were probably worried about him, Ophelia would likely have questions, and he needed to see Roman, just to confirm that they were both whole and alive. But instead of going to seek anyone out, Sebastian found himself wandering out to the courtyard where his party had been thrown and tucked himself away in a corner with his back to a wall. He’d made sure to go out when the sun was at it’s highest, and the brightness of the day would make things seem less intimidating, and yet he still couldn’t help himself from scanning all the windows, checking for anyone looking out at him. There was barely any evidence left that there had been a party here a few nights prier, only the skeleton of the stage (and Sebastian couldn’t let himself begin to think about all the things Dex had said to him there) and an empty bar. He sighed, and pulled out a cigarette, his hands purposefully steady as he lit it.

   Then, there was the smell of another lycan, a woman, not anyone he knew though her features made him stare for a fraction of a moment longer than he should have. Something about her seemed familiar in a way he couldn’t name. “If you’re looking for the party,” he said, gesturing around them at the empty courtyard, “Then I’m afraid you’re a little late.”