Characters: OU!Rayne, AU!Willow Rosenberg Where: Ast-Tria When: After Sunset Summary: Rayne arrives at Ast-Tria, meeting with one of her roommates. Warnings: Redhead hotness. Yeah, baby!
Well, what better time for the newest, and fourth occupant of the apartment to show up? Rayne paused outside the door to the apartment, hand resting on the doorknob. Green eyes narrowed as she carefully sampled the air, her nostrils flaring to try and expel the scent of burning sage. Ugh. People found that /relaxing/?
Steeling herself for the acrid smell once more, she inhaled again, head tilted curiously to the side as she caught another scent, one that had been faint earlier, but stronger now. Someone, not a something. If she had to guess, she would say it was a roommate. Well. She better go in and say hi.
Turning the doorknob, the dhampir had no problem walking in like she owned the place, shutting the door behind her with a foot. As her eyes scanned the living room, it didn't take a second for her gaze to land on Willow, though it did take a moment of looking the other girl over before speaking.
At the sound of the knob, Willow figured it was Buffy returning, or Zuko coming in, and she continued with her packing. The wax on the candles were slowly beginning to harden and Willow snuffed out the sage, setting it, and the small dish it sat in, inside the trunk that sat off to the side of the table.
Folding up the altar cloth, she heard a voice that was distinctly not Zuko's or Buffy's and she turned her head, taking in the appearance of the statuesque redhead that stood not far from the door. "I've been called that, yeah," Willow said. By herself, actually. Well, her vampiric counterpart from an alternate dimension.
Fingers idly drumming on the handles of one of her blades, Rayne raised an eyebrow at the reply, edges of her lips barely curling up. She was sure if she listened hard enough, she could hear a familiar voice from her past.
She's like you, but no leather and fangs and kinda innocent. Can I corrupt her? Please please please?
"I'm sure you have been." Rayne answered, walking further into the apartment, eyes moving from Willow to again take note of the way the room was laid out. "You got a name, cute fuzzy one, or shall I just guess until I get it right?"
Willow took note of the blades. Buffy could get a heck of a lot of slaying done if she had those. Willow tried her best to not let her eyes linger too long. The woman before her was very beautiful in that 'Va-va-voom' sort of way. Again, she reminded her a little of herself as a vampire.
"You can try guessing, but I doubt you'll get it," Willow said with a small giggle. Not many people were named 'Willow'. She turned her head, testing the candles, seeing that they hardened properly. Willow packed them carefully into the trunk, then placed the folded-up altar cloth on the top, closing the lid.
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Steeling herself for the acrid smell once more, she inhaled again, head tilted curiously to the side as she caught another scent, one that had been faint earlier, but stronger now. Someone, not a something. If she had to guess, she would say it was a roommate. Well. She better go in and say hi.
Turning the doorknob, the dhampir had no problem walking in like she owned the place, shutting the door behind her with a foot. As her eyes scanned the living room, it didn't take a second for her gaze to land on Willow, though it did take a moment of looking the other girl over before speaking.
"Well... Aren't you all cute and fuzzy?"
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Folding up the altar cloth, she heard a voice that was distinctly not Zuko's or Buffy's and she turned her head, taking in the appearance of the statuesque redhead that stood not far from the door. "I've been called that, yeah," Willow said. By herself, actually. Well, her vampiric counterpart from an alternate dimension.
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She's like you, but no leather and fangs and kinda innocent. Can I corrupt her? Please please please?
"I'm sure you have been." Rayne answered, walking further into the apartment, eyes moving from Willow to again take note of the way the room was laid out. "You got a name, cute fuzzy one, or shall I just guess until I get it right?"
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"You can try guessing, but I doubt you'll get it," Willow said with a small giggle. Not many people were named 'Willow'. She turned her head, testing the candles, seeing that they hardened properly. Willow packed them carefully into the trunk, then placed the folded-up altar cloth on the top, closing the lid.
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