Blood Moon
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intheheartTitle: Blood Moon
Rating: PG
Summary: "Just once I want a real sense of drama in my life."
Warnings: none.
Notes: For the prompts.
"Blood moon," Ivy said, staring up at the great crimson orb hanging outside her apartment window.
She was sure she would have sounded very dramatic and foreboding if Gina hadn't started to snicker.
"Stop it," she added, turning away from the window. "Just once I want a real sense of drama in my life."
"I'm sorry," Gina said, and even managed to look contrite. "It's just that only yesterday you were telling me the blood moon was a stupid concept that didn't actually mean anything, astrologically or magically."
Ivy scowled. The annoying part was that Gina was right; she had said that, and she'd been right, too. "Yes, well, it doesn't, but it looks cool. And, I don't know, maybe some of the younger, more idiotic vampires will start doing weird culty things. For the symbolism of the thing."
"I'd insist you must be wrong, but I've had far too much experience with young, idiotic people," Gina said, with a sigh. "But must it be you who deals with it? I was hoping for a nice night in."
Well.
On the one hand, they'd known the blood moon (honestly, it was such a great name for such a stupid thing) was coming for months, so Gina really should've expected Ivy to be gone tonight.
On the other hand, they'd known the blood moon was coming for months, as had Ivy's cohorts in the peacekeeping business. They'd all had time to prepare, and Ivy didn't really need to be out. It was a Wednesday and stupidly cold and she had to work in the morning, and cuddling with her girlfriend while waiting for the damn eclipse to be over sounded much better than freezing her way through the streets, smacking down idiot young vampires.
Plus, there was another vampire slayer roaming Manhattan now, and Danny was single at the moment, nobody keeping her home.
Yeah, Danny could police the blood moon nonsense. Fuck dramatic tension. Ivy was staying inside.
"Fuck it," Ivy said. "Scoot over."
Rating: PG
Summary: "Just once I want a real sense of drama in my life."
Warnings: none.
Notes: For the prompts.
"Blood moon," Ivy said, staring up at the great crimson orb hanging outside her apartment window.
She was sure she would have sounded very dramatic and foreboding if Gina hadn't started to snicker.
"Stop it," she added, turning away from the window. "Just once I want a real sense of drama in my life."
"I'm sorry," Gina said, and even managed to look contrite. "It's just that only yesterday you were telling me the blood moon was a stupid concept that didn't actually mean anything, astrologically or magically."
Ivy scowled. The annoying part was that Gina was right; she had said that, and she'd been right, too. "Yes, well, it doesn't, but it looks cool. And, I don't know, maybe some of the younger, more idiotic vampires will start doing weird culty things. For the symbolism of the thing."
"I'd insist you must be wrong, but I've had far too much experience with young, idiotic people," Gina said, with a sigh. "But must it be you who deals with it? I was hoping for a nice night in."
Well.
On the one hand, they'd known the blood moon (honestly, it was such a great name for such a stupid thing) was coming for months, so Gina really should've expected Ivy to be gone tonight.
On the other hand, they'd known the blood moon was coming for months, as had Ivy's cohorts in the peacekeeping business. They'd all had time to prepare, and Ivy didn't really need to be out. It was a Wednesday and stupidly cold and she had to work in the morning, and cuddling with her girlfriend while waiting for the damn eclipse to be over sounded much better than freezing her way through the streets, smacking down idiot young vampires.
Plus, there was another vampire slayer roaming Manhattan now, and Danny was single at the moment, nobody keeping her home.
Yeah, Danny could police the blood moon nonsense. Fuck dramatic tension. Ivy was staying inside.
"Fuck it," Ivy said. "Scoot over."
