bewitching the holidays.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ her worship returns.

shootingdown has disappeared from the dressing room for a long time, but today she finds herself playing audience again — sitting down on top of the tram with her legs crossed over one another, whistling loudly whenever she sees a familiar face. will they catch her, or will they ignore her? because if it's the latter, it will be something to get off the tram for.

the heart always finds its way; the girl with the red hood, rosered, is around and has been for a few days — and accompanying her is a little black puppy. she believes it to be a normal wolf puppy who lost its way, which is something different from the multitude of cats that she keeps on bumping into. therefore, she decides to keep it. if anyone objects, she will send it off to someone to bite — something to learn a.s.a.p., she believes. with a change of clothes ( a black, long-sleeved turtleneck, pants and knee-high kitten-heeled leather boots that fits her like a charm ), sans her favourite hood, she is outside and trying out the winter weather for once. typically, she hates it because it's too cold. however, for now, she decides to grin and bear it — see if she will get used to it.

the direwolf pup barks rather fiercely at the first person it sees that's not her. ]

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[datafreeze.livejournal.com]

[Vexen's just going to try to ignore the shit out of Xigbar trying to get her attention, as if it will prevent Xigbar bothering her or something. Because that totally worked the other million and one times she tried it and pretending she doesn't exist will totally keep sticky fingers away from her bag full of fresh jam doughnuts.]

arg fuck typos

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[...see uh, he's not really been spending much time outdoors, especially during the day, and especially out in the open like this.
But even on a provisions run, he's still going to come when he's called like the good pet he really isn't.

Remember how he could barely lift his own body most of the time, back before she left? He's going to jump on top of the tram, no problems.]

oh my god I forgot how much fun these were to write

[conspiracyiv.livejournal.com]

[He's just going outright dive into the nearest store or alley way to get out of sight at the sudden noise.

If he'd had the presence of mind to recognise her first he'd probably do much the same thing (but with more portaling.) Because there is no possible way what he heard was just an animal, it's clearly all a disguise to obscure it's real motive.

Now, while he hasn't quite decided what that true motive must be, it must be an awfully awful sort of motive. The sort requiring such innocuous disguises and flinging himself into random un-scouted hiding spots, because there's absolutely no way this could be entirely irrational nonsense and what he heard was just a woman and sort sort of canid.

No way at all.

Obviously.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Well, now. That's something Xaldin hasn't heard in a while - mostly due to his own absence lately. But a whistle's a whistle, so he glances up briefly. Certainly not enough to look overly interested in who's making the noise, but enough to indicate that yes, he heard it.

No sense being too obvious about things.]