OOM: Sunshine's room, with Thirteen
From Here.
Rae closes the bathroom door behind her, quietly, and just stands for a moment.
And breathes. Times her breaths against the thudding of her heart.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she sinks down to kneel on the cold tiles of the floor. Her hands rest on her thighs, and she can feel the familiar weight of her pocketknife once again where it's supposed to be in her right pocket. Welcome back, friend, she thinks, taking it out. The light in the bathroom is bright enough that the knife looks totally normal.
Looks can be deceiving, of course. Sunshine, for one, knows she looks pretty much human.
No.
No, she's not going to go there. She refuses.
Reaching into her other pocket, she also pulls out the little silver seal, with its glyphs of sun, tree, animal and running water. She had never been able to stand wearing wards next to her skin, but apparently she'd taken to doing so without realizing it. Whatever the silver seal is, it's a shoo-in as an anti-Other ward, and her knife apparently had become something of one, too. Sunlight, even indirectly channeled through a pocketknife, will have some effect on a vampire.
In retrospect, she'd never know what made her put them down before her, lift the opalescent gold chain from around her neck, and settle it on the floor, encircling the knife and seal.
It just felt like the right thing to do. A way to say: Okay guys. I know we've been through some pretty tough stuff, but we're inevitably going to be heading into some kind of major fracas together, us and that nighttime dude, and I want to make sure we're all on speaking terms. I have to be able to trust you guys to watch my back. So Knife? Seal? Meet Necklace. Necklace, meet Knife and Seal.
Sunshine didn't know what exactly she was expecting to happen. She certainly didn't expect a blazing pillar of fire to erupt with an audible WOOMCH as the necklace came to rest encircling the knife and seal, as though a giant had suddenly sunk its flaming sword down through her bathroom floor.
She must've been startled enough not to be thinking clearly, because instead of running for the nearest fire extinguisher, she reached into the fire to pull out her knife, seal and necklace.
And the fire disappeared, leaving the knife and seal and necklace strangely cool against her hands. Rae could see, though, the pocketknife-shaped burn on her right palm like a shadow of the knife itself, the larger, rounder burn from the seal in her left hand, and the twisting, coiling looped burn across both hands from the opalescent gold chain that was now dangling quietly from her fingers. The burns looked old, though, and she felt no pain from them.
"Oh," she said, faintly, staring at her hands. "Oh dear."
Rae closes the bathroom door behind her, quietly, and just stands for a moment.
And breathes. Times her breaths against the thudding of her heart.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she sinks down to kneel on the cold tiles of the floor. Her hands rest on her thighs, and she can feel the familiar weight of her pocketknife once again where it's supposed to be in her right pocket. Welcome back, friend, she thinks, taking it out. The light in the bathroom is bright enough that the knife looks totally normal.
Looks can be deceiving, of course. Sunshine, for one, knows she looks pretty much human.
No.
No, she's not going to go there. She refuses.
Reaching into her other pocket, she also pulls out the little silver seal, with its glyphs of sun, tree, animal and running water. She had never been able to stand wearing wards next to her skin, but apparently she'd taken to doing so without realizing it. Whatever the silver seal is, it's a shoo-in as an anti-Other ward, and her knife apparently had become something of one, too. Sunlight, even indirectly channeled through a pocketknife, will have some effect on a vampire.
In retrospect, she'd never know what made her put them down before her, lift the opalescent gold chain from around her neck, and settle it on the floor, encircling the knife and seal.
It just felt like the right thing to do. A way to say: Okay guys. I know we've been through some pretty tough stuff, but we're inevitably going to be heading into some kind of major fracas together, us and that nighttime dude, and I want to make sure we're all on speaking terms. I have to be able to trust you guys to watch my back. So Knife? Seal? Meet Necklace. Necklace, meet Knife and Seal.
Sunshine didn't know what exactly she was expecting to happen. She certainly didn't expect a blazing pillar of fire to erupt with an audible WOOMCH as the necklace came to rest encircling the knife and seal, as though a giant had suddenly sunk its flaming sword down through her bathroom floor.
She must've been startled enough not to be thinking clearly, because instead of running for the nearest fire extinguisher, she reached into the fire to pull out her knife, seal and necklace.
And the fire disappeared, leaving the knife and seal and necklace strangely cool against her hands. Rae could see, though, the pocketknife-shaped burn on her right palm like a shadow of the knife itself, the larger, rounder burn from the seal in her left hand, and the twisting, coiling looped burn across both hands from the opalescent gold chain that was now dangling quietly from her fingers. The burns looked old, though, and she felt no pain from them.
"Oh," she said, faintly, staring at her hands. "Oh dear."