[Thread] Happiness I cannot feel
Characters: OU!Melaka Fray, OU!Sylvanas Windrunner
Where: Loh-Tria
When: After Leon's disappearance
Summary: Sylvie found Leon's coat at the spot he was taken and decides to give it to Mel.
Warnings: Angst, oh ye gods, so much angst.
The heartbroken vampire slayer pulled herself up into a standing position. Walking over to the entrance to the first apartment building, Mel opened the door, letting the wind slam it shut behind her. Her cornflower blue orbs, half-lidded and hollow-looking remained focused on the area ahead of her as she started down the hallway, then up the stairs. Rounding each corner, her footfalls became a little slower and Fray felt her heart grow colder and colder. This has to be some massive spin. Harth or the Joker or someone who hates her is just trying to spin her.
Reaching the top floor, Melaka started down the hall, gaze shifting from left to right, reading the titles on each door, stopping in front of Tria. Her stomach pitched and twisted and she was thankful she hadn't eaten yet, or she would have ended up vomiting in front of the door, the nerves causing her stomach to squeeze painfully. She lifted her left hand, knocking on the door twice before letting her hand fall, almost in slow motion, to her side.
Where: Loh-Tria
When: After Leon's disappearance
Summary: Sylvie found Leon's coat at the spot he was taken and decides to give it to Mel.
Warnings: Angst, oh ye gods, so much angst.
The heartbroken vampire slayer pulled herself up into a standing position. Walking over to the entrance to the first apartment building, Mel opened the door, letting the wind slam it shut behind her. Her cornflower blue orbs, half-lidded and hollow-looking remained focused on the area ahead of her as she started down the hallway, then up the stairs. Rounding each corner, her footfalls became a little slower and Fray felt her heart grow colder and colder. This has to be some massive spin. Harth or the Joker or someone who hates her is just trying to spin her.
Reaching the top floor, Melaka started down the hall, gaze shifting from left to right, reading the titles on each door, stopping in front of Tria. Her stomach pitched and twisted and she was thankful she hadn't eaten yet, or she would have ended up vomiting in front of the door, the nerves causing her stomach to squeeze painfully. She lifted her left hand, knocking on the door twice before letting her hand fall, almost in slow motion, to her side.