Post by Megara on Jan 27, 2016 7:06:45 GMT 1
It was strange, being back. Not that it was actually strange, it was nice, Storybrooke had begun to feel like home to Vivian. When the first curse broke it sort of simultaneously had shattered her world and put it back together. Vivian, as Megara, hadn’t seen Callum since, at least not very often. She still hadn’t found Hercules. This particular thought continued to bother her. It niggled at the back of her mind like a constantly pesky parasite.
Then there was the other, perhaps more pressing matter. . .
Vivian sighed, she didn’t want to think about it, or him.
Granny arrived with her hot chocolate, a piece of pie and a warm smile as always, “Thanks Granny,” she said before she cupped her hands around the warm mug and sniffed it. It smelled delicious. The scents of chocolate and foam with a dash of spicy cinnamon wafted into the air. The heat from the mug warmed her frozen fingers which felt as cold as ice from that blustery wind outside, and the rain that had been pelting her all day.
Vivian was glancing at the newspaper even though it was now the evening. That morning had been particularly busy for her, as was her entire day. It was only now that she had a chance to look at it. She felt a presence. The kind of feeling you get when you sense eyes on you, and she glanced up to realize someone was beside her. “Hey there,” she greeted them casually, “sit down doll you’re making me nervous,” she said playfully to the person.
((ooc: Anyone and everyone are welcome))
Then there was the other, perhaps more pressing matter. . .
Vivian sighed, she didn’t want to think about it, or him.
Granny arrived with her hot chocolate, a piece of pie and a warm smile as always, “Thanks Granny,” she said before she cupped her hands around the warm mug and sniffed it. It smelled delicious. The scents of chocolate and foam with a dash of spicy cinnamon wafted into the air. The heat from the mug warmed her frozen fingers which felt as cold as ice from that blustery wind outside, and the rain that had been pelting her all day.
Vivian was glancing at the newspaper even though it was now the evening. That morning had been particularly busy for her, as was her entire day. It was only now that she had a chance to look at it. She felt a presence. The kind of feeling you get when you sense eyes on you, and she glanced up to realize someone was beside her. “Hey there,” she greeted them casually, “sit down doll you’re making me nervous,” she said playfully to the person.
((ooc: Anyone and everyone are welcome))