iamthefirechild:
iamvictor-roth:
Victor was sitting down on one of the many park benches in Central Park. It was night time, his favorite time of the day. Yet, there were things on his mind that the bottle in his hand was doing to soothe his thoughts. There was a lot going on and it seemed that it was up to him to figure things out. He looked up suddenly, a new scent in the air that he couldn’t quite place. He stared around him, his eyes falling on a girl walking not too far from him and she seemed to be coming his way.
Summer shoved her hands in her pockets, wandering through Central Park. She’d been up to her elbows all day in the aftermath of Sandy (stupid name for a hurricane, anyway; the ones down south were much more like it) and even in her apartment she felt like other peoples’ emotions were closing her in. At least outside, she could look up at the sky, searching for those few very bright stars, and taste winter in the air. When she looked back down, she happened to meet the eyes of a fine-looking fellow cuddling a bottle and looking more than a little tangled in his own troubles. She lifted a hand and waved, smiling, hoping maybe just a smiling face would give the guy a lift of spirits.
Victor saw the girl smile, a small one tugging at his lips. His chameleon eyes warming slightly and it had nothing to do with the liquor in his hands. However, his instincts told him to be cautious. The girl didn’t smell like most humans he’d come across, there was a particular tang to her scent that he could quite place. He stood up, both to greet her and to be prepared to act should the need arise.
” ‘Ello, what’s got you out ‘ere at such a late hour?”
Summer raised her brows at the British accent, tucking her hand back in her pocket. Shaking her hair back, she replied, “Oh, it’s been one of those days. I needed to get out before the walls closed in on me. What about you? I didn’t mean to disturb you.”