private for Hadley, midday. Current day. Optime form (of course)
Selene sat on the courthouse roof, quite comfortable in her place, and why would anyone care that she was up there? What could she possibly do? The view was amazing, to look upon the rest of her packmates, noticing vaguely that they reminded her of ants. Thankfully, the roof wasn't covered in very much white snow, she'd slip if so. She had found herself a nice patch to sit upon, possibly lay back in her place. And soon enough the dusky femme did so. Closing her crimson eyes, she reflected on her times in Nova Scotia. The petite girl preferred the warmer temperatures to the snow, but you can't always get what you wish for. In other views, the Italian hated herself. She had managed to possibly insult the man she couldn't stop thinking about by calling him gay. But what could she do? Sebastian had settled into him like a chair, practically claiming him right before her eyes. But why did Hadley's face contort into such disgust and loathing? Was it directed to her? Or Sebastian? Anyway, Selene had definately offended him. She didn't even know where they lived now.
After her trauma on the way to Nova Scotia, how could she have fallen so hard? He would manage to creep into her dreams during sleep, and give the young woman a sense of feeling whole, happy even. But dreams were never real, waking up would make everything just disappear. How could she possibly be so idiotic? How could her, Selene Vansenza be so weak? So sap-minded. Her thoughts were kept to herself, buried deep in the depths of her mind (at least temporarily)
She hadn't found a place yet, and was thinking of looking into it, soon enough she wouldn't be sleeping in a pile of snow. She stretched out her long lean legs, yawning even as she did so. Casa di Cavelieri was proving to be a useful and pleasant place, fitting in well with the friendly and loyal aura. The sun beat down, not quite warm enough to be called enjoyable, but enough to satisfy the fae's idea of a nice day. Long locks of auburn black hair fell in slightly curly ringlets around her face as she lay there, blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. Nothing was going to happen today, nothing had so far.
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