The Roof, Late Monday Night
Mar. 22nd, 2010 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anarchist_queenLeda sat on the edge of the roof looking out at the town spread out before and below her. Tonight she really felt the difference between Fandom and Bordertown.
Mooner sat on the edge of the roof, staring out at Soho, not looking at her. “So. That's how it is.”
“Yeah.” she sighed, taking a swig of Peca. “That's how it is.”
“There's no way I could talk you out of it?”
“Mooner, don't. You probably could. Hell you could charm the pants off a Packer bitch. But you know you shouldn't. We don't...work anymore. You see that don't you?”
Now Mooner did look at her, and for just a minute, Leda saw something in his eyes that made her shiver. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” He grabbed the Peca bottle and took a hit himself. “I do.” he repeated.
Right now she wished she'd never broken up with Mooner. Maybe Castle Pup wouldn't have burned down. Maybe they'd all have lived happily ever after.
Instead her dreams lay in shattered pieces around her. Mooner was dead, Wiseguy wanted no part of her, Eleanor was gone and now Karla and Jack were probably telling everyone what a monster she was. Which she couldn't blame them for. She wished Crystaviel were here. She wished she'd never left the Border. She wished it were several months ago. When she and Karla were together, and she believed she could do anything. Before everything started to go wrong.
She wanted to go back to her room and get some Peca. Put herself back into a mood to deal with life. The kind of mood to joke with and tease her friends. Maybe take her bike out for a spin, shoot some targets, or find Raven and make her blush again.
But no. She couldn't summon the energy to leave her spot. Was that rock bottom? When you couldn't even summon the motivation to get your fix? Or was she just afraid she'd run into Karla?
If only she was a cat again.
Her fingers played absently with the tiny scars on her wrist, and she remembered the other set of scars she now bore. The ones on her shoulders from that Gremlin. How could she have thought it was safer here than in Bordertown? There she knew the rules. She knew where to go and where not to. Here you never knew what the hell was going to happen. Vampires, teachers with psychopathic parents, holidays celebrating the failure of a revolution.
But of course, safety wasn't the real reason she'd come back. It was the people. The fascinating, beautiful, and insane people. From everywhere. Who didn't think any race was better than the other.
She wished Crystaviel were here.
Leda rose slowly and stood on the edge. If you didn't look down, and just looked out at the island, you could almost feel like you were floating in mid air.
[Flashback, and emo link drop. Open if you feel like dealing with Emo Elf. That sounds like a weird superhero.]
Mooner sat on the edge of the roof, staring out at Soho, not looking at her. “So. That's how it is.”
“Yeah.” she sighed, taking a swig of Peca. “That's how it is.”
“There's no way I could talk you out of it?”
“Mooner, don't. You probably could. Hell you could charm the pants off a Packer bitch. But you know you shouldn't. We don't...work anymore. You see that don't you?”
Now Mooner did look at her, and for just a minute, Leda saw something in his eyes that made her shiver. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” He grabbed the Peca bottle and took a hit himself. “I do.” he repeated.
Right now she wished she'd never broken up with Mooner. Maybe Castle Pup wouldn't have burned down. Maybe they'd all have lived happily ever after.
Instead her dreams lay in shattered pieces around her. Mooner was dead, Wiseguy wanted no part of her, Eleanor was gone and now Karla and Jack were probably telling everyone what a monster she was. Which she couldn't blame them for. She wished Crystaviel were here. She wished she'd never left the Border. She wished it were several months ago. When she and Karla were together, and she believed she could do anything. Before everything started to go wrong.
She wanted to go back to her room and get some Peca. Put herself back into a mood to deal with life. The kind of mood to joke with and tease her friends. Maybe take her bike out for a spin, shoot some targets, or find Raven and make her blush again.
But no. She couldn't summon the energy to leave her spot. Was that rock bottom? When you couldn't even summon the motivation to get your fix? Or was she just afraid she'd run into Karla?
If only she was a cat again.
Her fingers played absently with the tiny scars on her wrist, and she remembered the other set of scars she now bore. The ones on her shoulders from that Gremlin. How could she have thought it was safer here than in Bordertown? There she knew the rules. She knew where to go and where not to. Here you never knew what the hell was going to happen. Vampires, teachers with psychopathic parents, holidays celebrating the failure of a revolution.
But of course, safety wasn't the real reason she'd come back. It was the people. The fascinating, beautiful, and insane people. From everywhere. Who didn't think any race was better than the other.
She wished Crystaviel were here.
Leda rose slowly and stood on the edge. If you didn't look down, and just looked out at the island, you could almost feel like you were floating in mid air.
[Flashback, and emo link drop. Open if you feel like dealing with Emo Elf. That sounds like a weird superhero.]
