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brat_inslayageBy the time Kennedy woke up (slowly, and in extreme closeup, although panning out to an image of artfully rumpled sheets strategically arranged to imply and conceal nudity, of course) sunlight was streaming through the windows of her hotel suite and falling across her pillow in aesthetically-perfect lines. She also (as the panning out continued to reveal all of the bed, and a room in considerable disarray) woke up alone.
She reached a hand out to brush the backs of her fingers against the empty pillow and let out a long, wistful sigh. She didn't remember bringing anyone home last night, but obviously it must have happened. Ever since she'd moved to town and gotten to know her neighbors she'd become more and more disillusioned with her safe, normal, mundane life and begun craving excitement and danger. Once she'd realized that, she'd never looked back, whether that was acting on her attraction to gorgeous women or stalking the streets at night as the town's secret protector from undead menaces.
...or maybe whoever she'd brought home last night had turned out to be a vampire. It could happen. She'd always known she couldn't keep her two lives separate forever, after all.
Kennedy stretched luxuriously and got up out of bed, slipping on an expensive silk dressing gown (cut short to reveal as much toned, bronzed leg as possible, naturally) walking over to the balcony door and flinging it open so she could strike a dramatic pose at the railing while she looked out over the town and a convenient breeze whipped through her hair.
Because you had to look dramatic when you were reflecting on the several steamy affairs, love triangle or three, and countless tension-fraught encounters that had brought you to a moment like this.
What moment was it? Well, it was an epiphany.
What was the epiphany?
That wasn't the important part. The important part was that she looked dramatic and windblown and a little broody out on a balcony, because the writers hadn't actually decided how to rework her character. Again. Not that the audience had liked her any more the last ten times she'd had an epiphany like this.
[[mostly establishy but open if you want, why not? no, i couldn't resist riffing off the l word, and there are about twelve layers of meta that amuse me here (and one that makes me twitch but LA LA LA *ignores*), but i couldn't resist...]]
She reached a hand out to brush the backs of her fingers against the empty pillow and let out a long, wistful sigh. She didn't remember bringing anyone home last night, but obviously it must have happened. Ever since she'd moved to town and gotten to know her neighbors she'd become more and more disillusioned with her safe, normal, mundane life and begun craving excitement and danger. Once she'd realized that, she'd never looked back, whether that was acting on her attraction to gorgeous women or stalking the streets at night as the town's secret protector from undead menaces.
...or maybe whoever she'd brought home last night had turned out to be a vampire. It could happen. She'd always known she couldn't keep her two lives separate forever, after all.
Kennedy stretched luxuriously and got up out of bed, slipping on an expensive silk dressing gown (cut short to reveal as much toned, bronzed leg as possible, naturally) walking over to the balcony door and flinging it open so she could strike a dramatic pose at the railing while she looked out over the town and a convenient breeze whipped through her hair.
Because you had to look dramatic when you were reflecting on the several steamy affairs, love triangle or three, and countless tension-fraught encounters that had brought you to a moment like this.
What moment was it? Well, it was an epiphany.
What was the epiphany?
That wasn't the important part. The important part was that she looked dramatic and windblown and a little broody out on a balcony, because the writers hadn't actually decided how to rework her character. Again. Not that the audience had liked her any more the last ten times she'd had an epiphany like this.
[[mostly establishy but open if you want, why not? no, i couldn't resist riffing off the l word, and there are about twelve layers of meta that amuse me here (and one that makes me twitch but LA LA LA *ignores*), but i couldn't resist...]]