Zoey has settled into this place easily; it’s not her first rodeo, as it were. No, she’s got…. Fuck, what it is it, five worlds under her belt now? She’s used to being suddenly and abruptly uprooted and plopped down somewhere else without even so much as a by-your-leave. So she’s settled in. The place she’s living here is…. Weird. A sort of hodgepodge of places she’s lived since she first got yanked away from home that first time so long ago.
The fucking HAT in the chest she’d found was definitely not necessary. There were other things, too, things from other worlds. But the hat was the most… NOPE-worthy of the lot. She’d stuffed it right back in the chest the moment she’d pulled it out.
Night has fallen and she sets out to do a little exploring. Danger has never really stopped her and she wants to learn more about this world she’s found herself. Even if it’s bound to change in no time at all, from what she’s been told about it.
She’s near the mall when she sees him. And for a moment, his face is so familiar it hurts. She knows him. “Alan?!?!” She hasn’t seen him in…. Far too long. Worlds and worlds ago.
But it’s only a moment. A single moment of bright, mistaken joy. It’s not Alan. He doesn’t dress in full suits, even the suit is worn and dusty. And her skin wouldn’t be crawling the way it is if it were Alan, her throat and mouth full of shadows and darkness. No, it’s not Alan at all.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Despite the danger, despite the warning, she strides forward, right up into his space, gazing up at him with blazing ice blue eyes.
Sort of a wildcard afterdark option maybe IDK
The fucking HAT in the chest she’d found was definitely not necessary. There were other things, too, things from other worlds. But the hat was the most… NOPE-worthy of the lot. She’d stuffed it right back in the chest the moment she’d pulled it out.
Night has fallen and she sets out to do a little exploring. Danger has never really stopped her and she wants to learn more about this world she’s found herself. Even if it’s bound to change in no time at all, from what she’s been told about it.
She’s near the mall when she sees him. And for a moment, his face is so familiar it hurts. She knows him. “Alan?!?!” She hasn’t seen him in…. Far too long. Worlds and worlds ago.
But it’s only a moment. A single moment of bright, mistaken joy. It’s not Alan. He doesn’t dress in full suits, even the suit is worn and dusty. And her skin wouldn’t be crawling the way it is if it were Alan, her throat and mouth full of shadows and darkness. No, it’s not Alan at all.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Despite the danger, despite the warning, she strides forward, right up into his space, gazing up at him with blazing ice blue eyes.