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[dated to May 21-27]
For a moment, Saffron entertains the possibility of just shutting herself into the condo and not leaving until the words go away. She knows Church would support her if that's what she wanted to do. She knows they would probably be able to figure out a convincing enough story for the kids, although it would take a bit of doing. But she doesn't want to stay hidden away.
Saffron's done a lot of things many folks might have eventually come to regret. She doesn't, though. She's never regretted a single thing she did before Darrow, before the island, and she never will. She didn't retire from her career as a con artist by choice. And while she most like will never go back to it, not unless she finds herself back home out in the 'verse one day, it's not because she doesn't miss it. It seems like a contradiction to look back on that time fondly, given her life now and over the past several years, but Saffron's always been a complicated woman.
Her past, though, has never been something she's been willing to talk freely about, in large part because she knows how most folks would react to the things she used to be, the things that still live inside her in a way. An abandoned child, a whore, a con artist, a widow many times over - all pieces of the part of her life she keeps to herself. She can't stand the thought of anyone looking at her in that way. Now, though, if she's going to go out in public for however long this lasts, she's going to get some questions about the words emblazoned across her back in an elegant black script:
BLACK WIDOW
The answers will depend on who's doing the asking.
[Feel free to set your thread to anytime during the plot. This can be the first time your pup has seen the words or it can be later on in the plot, up to you. If you want the latter and would like to know what explanation she would have given your pup, let me know. Open for as long as it needs to be, no limit.]
Saffron's done a lot of things many folks might have eventually come to regret. She doesn't, though. She's never regretted a single thing she did before Darrow, before the island, and she never will. She didn't retire from her career as a con artist by choice. And while she most like will never go back to it, not unless she finds herself back home out in the 'verse one day, it's not because she doesn't miss it. It seems like a contradiction to look back on that time fondly, given her life now and over the past several years, but Saffron's always been a complicated woman.
Her past, though, has never been something she's been willing to talk freely about, in large part because she knows how most folks would react to the things she used to be, the things that still live inside her in a way. An abandoned child, a whore, a con artist, a widow many times over - all pieces of the part of her life she keeps to herself. She can't stand the thought of anyone looking at her in that way. Now, though, if she's going to go out in public for however long this lasts, she's going to get some questions about the words emblazoned across her back in an elegant black script:
The answers will depend on who's doing the asking.
[Feel free to set your thread to anytime during the plot. This can be the first time your pup has seen the words or it can be later on in the plot, up to you. If you want the latter and would like to know what explanation she would have given your pup, let me know. Open for as long as it needs to be, no limit.]
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[dated to May 21]
As with many mornings, they're woken by the bounce of the bed as the boys climb in with them, both of them doing their best to squeeze into what little space there is between Church and Saffron. Saffron had learned very quickly once they'd taken in the children that sleeping in the nude was not going to be an option anymore.
"Honey, we've got a couple of puppies in our bed," she says sleepily, looking over with a smile at her boyfriend, who's got Thomas draped across him.
"I'm not a puppy, I'm a dinosaur! ROAR," he declares, which makes Abel dissolve into giggles and attempt his own dinosaur roar.
The noise predictably wakes Keira, and Saffron gets out of their suddenly much more crowded bed to fetch her from her crib, pulling a silk robe on over her nightgown as she goes. "Want me to start the coffee?" she says over her shoulder to Church, thinking how it's a good thing she doesn't mind early mornings much these days since she's not running a club and up until the wee hours anymore.
"Honey, we've got a couple of puppies in our bed," she says sleepily, looking over with a smile at her boyfriend, who's got Thomas draped across him.
"I'm not a puppy, I'm a dinosaur! ROAR," he declares, which makes Abel dissolve into giggles and attempt his own dinosaur roar.
The noise predictably wakes Keira, and Saffron gets out of their suddenly much more crowded bed to fetch her from her crib, pulling a silk robe on over her nightgown as she goes. "Want me to start the coffee?" she says over her shoulder to Church, thinking how it's a good thing she doesn't mind early mornings much these days since she's not running a club and up until the wee hours anymore.
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It's been a long day, and Saffron's pretty tired once she finally gets all the kids calmed down enough to go to sleep. But Church is working late, and as is often the case when that happens, she finds herself unable to sleep without him beside her. Sometimes she reads, or draws herself a bubble bath, or does a little baking. Tonight, she's got the TV on.
They went ahead and paid to keep the interdimensional cable, Saffron ignoring the small nagging worry that one day Church might stumble upon that little show starring her ex-husband and his ragtag band of misfits. She doesn't want the kids sitting in front of the thing for hours on end, but it's useful for 20 or 30 minutes here and there when she really just wants to get something done. She's curled up on the couch with a cup of chamomile tea as she flips through the channels, looking for something that seems interesting to watch, when she switches to a program that's just beginning and nearly drops the remote as a voice says, "Hi. My name is Leonard Church."
Of course she keeps watching, even though she feels like she shouldn't, and while she sees some things that are familiar from what Church told her, there are some things that are new. Saffron takes it all in, engrossed in what's happening, and hours later she barely hears the key in the front door as Church and Carolina are talking about goodbyes.
[she watched seasons 9 and 10]
They went ahead and paid to keep the interdimensional cable, Saffron ignoring the small nagging worry that one day Church might stumble upon that little show starring her ex-husband and his ragtag band of misfits. She doesn't want the kids sitting in front of the thing for hours on end, but it's useful for 20 or 30 minutes here and there when she really just wants to get something done. She's curled up on the couch with a cup of chamomile tea as she flips through the channels, looking for something that seems interesting to watch, when she switches to a program that's just beginning and nearly drops the remote as a voice says, "Hi. My name is Leonard Church."
Of course she keeps watching, even though she feels like she shouldn't, and while she sees some things that are familiar from what Church told her, there are some things that are new. Saffron takes it all in, engrossed in what's happening, and hours later she barely hears the key in the front door as Church and Carolina are talking about goodbyes.
[she watched seasons 9 and 10]
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[dated to December 26]
It hadn't taken long at all for Saffron to decide on what to give her boyfriend for Christmas. The answer had been easy, after the last couple of months. They both love the Teller children, and she has no doubt they'd both do anything for them, but looking after three small children is a hell of a time-consuming thing. They get snatches of time here and there, but nothing substantial, and certainly nothing compared to the oodles of quality couple time they used to have before their lives were changed by the addition of three little ones.
Saffron doesn't begrudge the change, as unexpected as it has been, but she really doesn't want to give up significant alone time with Church. Not to mention the fact that their sex life has been far less active in the last several weeks than she'd like.
All of this adds up to the perfect present, which is why the kids are staying with a sitter and Saffron and Church are checking in for a few nights' stay at Kagura. It's the perfect getaway - far enough to feel somewhat remote and private, but close enough they can hurry back in case of an emergency. She's made sure to call ahead of their arrival to request champagne to be placed in their room and the mini fridge to be stocked with Church's favorite beer. As they let themselves into their room and set down their bags, all that's left is for them to enjoy each other for a few blissful kid-free days.
"You know," Saffron says, slipping her arms around Church's shoulders once his hands are free, "I was just pondering the merits of ordering room service for dinner, now that I've got you all to myself."
Saffron doesn't begrudge the change, as unexpected as it has been, but she really doesn't want to give up significant alone time with Church. Not to mention the fact that their sex life has been far less active in the last several weeks than she'd like.
All of this adds up to the perfect present, which is why the kids are staying with a sitter and Saffron and Church are checking in for a few nights' stay at Kagura. It's the perfect getaway - far enough to feel somewhat remote and private, but close enough they can hurry back in case of an emergency. She's made sure to call ahead of their arrival to request champagne to be placed in their room and the mini fridge to be stocked with Church's favorite beer. As they let themselves into their room and set down their bags, all that's left is for them to enjoy each other for a few blissful kid-free days.
"You know," Saffron says, slipping her arms around Church's shoulders once his hands are free, "I was just pondering the merits of ordering room service for dinner, now that I've got you all to myself."
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[dated to February 14]
Valentine's Day has never been all that important to Saffron, though the reasons for that have varied through the years. Most of the time it's been due to bitterness, the belief that everything the holiday stands for is based on lies and deceit. In more recent years, it's been more about the status quo, not needing a specific day to tell people she cares, and not expecting anything out of the ordinary from anyone else. She's never really been the kind of girl who gets the typical boyfriend, the kind who brings her flowers and calls her and takes her to places like the movies and out dancing. At least not until now.
Saffron wakes up the morning of Valentine's Day and not only does she have someone to celebrate it with this year, this time it means something more. One year ago today Church asked her out on a date, on their very first date. It seems so long ago and yet not long at all. She's not expecting anything special today, nor does she have anything particularly elaborate planned herself. For Saffron, it's more than enough to spend the day with the man she loves, and right now, she doesn't see any reason to get out of bed where she's warm and comfortable in his arms.
Shifting a little closer to Church, she snuggles against his chest and presses a kiss to his jaw.
Saffron wakes up the morning of Valentine's Day and not only does she have someone to celebrate it with this year, this time it means something more. One year ago today Church asked her out on a date, on their very first date. It seems so long ago and yet not long at all. She's not expecting anything special today, nor does she have anything particularly elaborate planned herself. For Saffron, it's more than enough to spend the day with the man she loves, and right now, she doesn't see any reason to get out of bed where she's warm and comfortable in his arms.
Shifting a little closer to Church, she snuggles against his chest and presses a kiss to his jaw.
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[dated to evening December 25]
Saffron doesn't have anything particularly fancy or elaborate planned for when Church comes over so they can celebrate Christmas together. She's never been real big on the holiday anyway, only caring about it in recent years because of the friends and loved ones she'd finally started allowing herself on the island, who became people to appreciate and celebrate with. She'd put up some decorations after Thanksgiving, including a small tree that started out having all the gifts she intended to distribute underneath, accumulating gradually as she bought and wrapped them. But then Jinx discovered she liked playing with the bows, so Saffron had to put the gifts somewhere else to keep the paper from getting shredded to ribbons by the cat's claws.
Most of the gifts have been given out now, and all that's left on the shelf in the coat closet is the few she has for Church. Dinner is in the oven being kept warm, and Saffron's dressed fairly casually but festively, padding around in socks to light a couple of candles on the set table as she waits for her boyfriend to come down.
Most of the gifts have been given out now, and all that's left on the shelf in the coat closet is the few she has for Church. Dinner is in the oven being kept warm, and Saffron's dressed fairly casually but festively, padding around in socks to light a couple of candles on the set table as she waits for her boyfriend to come down.
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It's become routine, the way Derek comes home with Saffron after they've closed up the truck at the end of the lunch rush. He keeps a few of his things at her place, goes there on occasion to freshen up and come back to civilization for a bit. He knows she'll insist on feeding him, which Saffron is sure doesn't exactly hurt his motivation for visiting, and she's made sure to make it clear to Derek that her door is always open to him without pushing for more than he's comfortable with. He's become a dear friend, one of her best friends in the city, and she just wants him to know she's there for him.
They walk to her apartment after the truck is parked, since it's not far. It's cold out, but not unbearably so, and Saffron's got her arm hooked through Derek's elbow, partly to make sure she doesn't slip on a patch of ice and fall on her ass. "So what can I make you today while you wash the smell of ribs off you, honey?" she asks, glancing up at him with a smile.
They walk to her apartment after the truck is parked, since it's not far. It's cold out, but not unbearably so, and Saffron's got her arm hooked through Derek's elbow, partly to make sure she doesn't slip on a patch of ice and fall on her ass. "So what can I make you today while you wash the smell of ribs off you, honey?" she asks, glancing up at him with a smile.
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[dated to September 15]
She hadn't come to Obsidian tonight intending for it to be the last time.
It's good, really fantastic, like it always is with him. There's just the right amount of pain mixed with the pleasure, and he knows how to get to her so well now that by the end, she's begging for him to fuck her. And after a long while, he does.
Now they're curled up together in the bed in one of Obsidian's private rooms, exchanging soft words and gentle touches as they both come down from the intensity of what they'd just shared. He kisses her, and when they finally come up for air Saffron realizes that the taste of his lips is not the taste she wants on her mouth, the ache of him inside her is not the one she craves. She's not dissatisfied in any way with what she has here, but like a switch flipping inside her, or maybe a covered light being revealed, she knows she can't come back here again.
It isn't until he murmurs "You okay?" that Saffron realizes her emotions must be showing on her face, and she isn't sure how to explain what she's just figured out, what she isn't sure she wants to know but can't shut off now that it's out there.
"I-" she starts, but can't continue, and he smiles softly. Saffron sees understanding in his eyes, and she frowns. "What?"
"You're not coming back, are you?" he says, and her expression softens as she shakes her head. "It's okay," he continues. "I was aware this might happen eventually. You're in love, aren't you?"
Saffron wants to deny it, but she can't, and yet she can't admit it aloud, not to him, not when she knows she can't bring herself yet to say it to the one who needs to hear it. She nods.
He kisses her again, but this time on the forehead. "I hope he's worthy of it," he says simply, and for a moment she thinks he's about to say something else, but he doesn't.
Once they're dressed, he hugs her, holding her for a long time, but it doesn't feel like there's any sadness in the gesture. "I'm really glad I met you," Saffron says, looking up at him with a smile.
"I'm glad too," he replies. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"
He's a friend now, so she knows she won't, even as she also knows as she leaves that she'll likely never come back to Obsidian. She also knows that what she's just done doesn't actually change anything, except in her own mind, especially if she doesn't say anything. But that's a hurdle Saffron isn't sure she's ready to go over. She realizes continuing to keep their relationship open wouldn't have protected her heart, not really, as much as she'd tried to use it as a shield. Once she tells Church she loves him, though, that'll mean handing him her heart, and she's not sure that's a vulnerability she can risk without knowing he won't crush it.
It's good, really fantastic, like it always is with him. There's just the right amount of pain mixed with the pleasure, and he knows how to get to her so well now that by the end, she's begging for him to fuck her. And after a long while, he does.
Now they're curled up together in the bed in one of Obsidian's private rooms, exchanging soft words and gentle touches as they both come down from the intensity of what they'd just shared. He kisses her, and when they finally come up for air Saffron realizes that the taste of his lips is not the taste she wants on her mouth, the ache of him inside her is not the one she craves. She's not dissatisfied in any way with what she has here, but like a switch flipping inside her, or maybe a covered light being revealed, she knows she can't come back here again.
It isn't until he murmurs "You okay?" that Saffron realizes her emotions must be showing on her face, and she isn't sure how to explain what she's just figured out, what she isn't sure she wants to know but can't shut off now that it's out there.
"I-" she starts, but can't continue, and he smiles softly. Saffron sees understanding in his eyes, and she frowns. "What?"
"You're not coming back, are you?" he says, and her expression softens as she shakes her head. "It's okay," he continues. "I was aware this might happen eventually. You're in love, aren't you?"
Saffron wants to deny it, but she can't, and yet she can't admit it aloud, not to him, not when she knows she can't bring herself yet to say it to the one who needs to hear it. She nods.
He kisses her again, but this time on the forehead. "I hope he's worthy of it," he says simply, and for a moment she thinks he's about to say something else, but he doesn't.
Once they're dressed, he hugs her, holding her for a long time, but it doesn't feel like there's any sadness in the gesture. "I'm really glad I met you," Saffron says, looking up at him with a smile.
"I'm glad too," he replies. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"
He's a friend now, so she knows she won't, even as she also knows as she leaves that she'll likely never come back to Obsidian. She also knows that what she's just done doesn't actually change anything, except in her own mind, especially if she doesn't say anything. But that's a hurdle Saffron isn't sure she's ready to go over. She realizes continuing to keep their relationship open wouldn't have protected her heart, not really, as much as she'd tried to use it as a shield. Once she tells Church she loves him, though, that'll mean handing him her heart, and she's not sure that's a vulnerability she can risk without knowing he won't crush it.
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She's not technically patrolling tonight - she doesn't patrol much at all anymore, really - but Saffron's walking by the Necropolis on her way home anyway, just to see how things are. It isn't that she's lost interest in hunting, but the number of folks whose job it is to fight crime and evil and the like seems to have gone up quite a bit, and though Saffron has gained a whole lot of supernatural knowledge in the past couple of years and can more than handle herself in a fight, she feels the job's best left to the pros, with her as backup if need be.
As a result, it's been a while since she's been over this way, so as dusk begins she's walking down Canal St, a sweater on over her blouse to keep out the evening chill. She would swear she's not looking for trouble, but maybe some part of her is, a small part that's been itching for a fight ever since her enhanced strength went away. She does, at least, have a stake tucked into the pocket of her jeans, and her ever-present cross necklace around her neck along with the pendant from Dean.
Even though she's on the alert the appearance of a vamp, his game face already on, surprises her a little. "Not even going to pretend?" she calls sweetly as he strolls out casually to block her path.
He just shrugs. "I'm not into games," he says, before lunging.
Saffron ducks neatly out of the way before swiveling to deliver a kick that knocks him forward, but not to the ground. He turns around with a snarl, advancing on her again. "That all you got, Red?" he taunts, and she readies herself, pulling the stake out of her pocket with a dark smile. Yeah, she'd missed this.
She's confident she can handle just this one on her own. The problem, however, is going to come when she discovers there's a second one creeping up quietly behind her as she's busy with the first.
As a result, it's been a while since she's been over this way, so as dusk begins she's walking down Canal St, a sweater on over her blouse to keep out the evening chill. She would swear she's not looking for trouble, but maybe some part of her is, a small part that's been itching for a fight ever since her enhanced strength went away. She does, at least, have a stake tucked into the pocket of her jeans, and her ever-present cross necklace around her neck along with the pendant from Dean.
Even though she's on the alert the appearance of a vamp, his game face already on, surprises her a little. "Not even going to pretend?" she calls sweetly as he strolls out casually to block her path.
He just shrugs. "I'm not into games," he says, before lunging.
Saffron ducks neatly out of the way before swiveling to deliver a kick that knocks him forward, but not to the ground. He turns around with a snarl, advancing on her again. "That all you got, Red?" he taunts, and she readies herself, pulling the stake out of her pocket with a dark smile. Yeah, she'd missed this.
She's confident she can handle just this one on her own. The problem, however, is going to come when she discovers there's a second one creeping up quietly behind her as she's busy with the first.
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Saffron is genuinely happy with the business she's in. She likes running the shop with Neil, enjoys the work they do there. But she's been thinking lately, about more than one conversation she's had with someone who mentioned she ought to open a restaurant or something along those lines. And in relation to that she's been thinking about one conversation in particular she'd had with Derek at the BBQ.
I'll supply the meat, as long as you keep up the desserts.
She doesn't think she wants to attempt something as big as a restaurant, not when she doesn't want to give up her existing business just yet. But she's been thinking, and she thinks she's come up with something, now it's just a matter of getting Derek to agree to it.
She's asked him to meet her for coffee, and as she sits waiting for him to arrive, his preferred drink waiting for him as she sips on her own, Saffron just hopes he doesn't think her idea is crazy.
I'll supply the meat, as long as you keep up the desserts.
She doesn't think she wants to attempt something as big as a restaurant, not when she doesn't want to give up her existing business just yet. But she's been thinking, and she thinks she's come up with something, now it's just a matter of getting Derek to agree to it.
She's asked him to meet her for coffee, and as she sits waiting for him to arrive, his preferred drink waiting for him as she sips on her own, Saffron just hopes he doesn't think her idea is crazy.
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[dated to April 12]
It's been weeks since Mardi Gras, and though she sees him fairly regularly mainly on account of sometimes cooking for him and them being neighbors, Saffron hasn't been on any more dates yet with Church. She keeps waiting for him to ask, and he doesn't, and Saffron's not sure if that's because he's still sulking about what happened, or he's being stubborn, or what exactly the reason is. She's as interested in him as ever, and has no reason to believe he's no longer interested in her, so finally tonight, she's decided to take matters into her own hands.
Normally when she cooks for Church she brings the food to him, but tonight she's invited him over for dinner. She supposes it could be considered a date - or at least, if he wants to think of it that way, she's absolutely not going to object. She's been getting everything ready most of the day, and now that it's just about time for him to arrive Saffron is oddly nervous, just the slightest fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.
Her apartment is spic and span, she's got the table set beautifully, and dinner is being kept warm in the kitchen, just waiting to be served. As she waits for Church to knock on her door, Saffron puts in her earrings and gives her hair and outfit a final check, her feet bare beneath the long skirt of her dress.
Normally when she cooks for Church she brings the food to him, but tonight she's invited him over for dinner. She supposes it could be considered a date - or at least, if he wants to think of it that way, she's absolutely not going to object. She's been getting everything ready most of the day, and now that it's just about time for him to arrive Saffron is oddly nervous, just the slightest fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.
Her apartment is spic and span, she's got the table set beautifully, and dinner is being kept warm in the kitchen, just waiting to be served. As she waits for Church to knock on her door, Saffron puts in her earrings and gives her hair and outfit a final check, her feet bare beneath the long skirt of her dress.
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[dated to March 4]
For the most part, Saffron considers herself to be a fairly reasonable woman, not the type to exhibit hysterical jealousy. She's well aware that Church is a free agent and has made no kind of commitment to her, nor she to him. They've only been on one date, after all. She'd kind of hoped there would be a second date, though, and now she's wondering if that hope was one-sided.
When she comes back from the ladies' room and sees him flirting with some woman she gets a little irked, but lets it go. But now, after they've gotten separated again and she finds him hitting on another woman who also happens to be her friend, Saffron can't let it go again. She'd known when she agreed to that first date with him that it would likely come around and bite her in the ass, and it looks like that time has come already. Might as well get it over with.
When she sees him walk away from Kenya, she moves to stand directly in his path, arms crossed and eyebrow arched.
When she comes back from the ladies' room and sees him flirting with some woman she gets a little irked, but lets it go. But now, after they've gotten separated again and she finds him hitting on another woman who also happens to be her friend, Saffron can't let it go again. She'd known when she agreed to that first date with him that it would likely come around and bite her in the ass, and it looks like that time has come already. Might as well get it over with.
When she sees him walk away from Kenya, she moves to stand directly in his path, arms crossed and eyebrow arched.
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Saffron loves the farmer's market in Petros Park. She's there most Saturdays it's open, picking out fresh produce and meats and such. She vastly prefers to use fresh and natural ingredients in her cooking; in Saffron's opinion, they make the food taste so much better. Plus, they're much healthier than using something that's been processed and had fillers and preservatives added.
Now, though, it's too cold for the farmer's market to be open, so Saffron has to content herself with trips to the natural food market she'd discovered last winter. The food she gets there is just as good, she supposes, but the atmosphere isn't quite the same. She's looking forward to later in the spring when she can go back to Petros Park.
One thing both places have in common, though, is the fact that Saffron always buys way too much and then has to figure out how to get it all home. She brings her handy canvas bags, filling them with a whole variety of things she needs to do all the cooking she does for herself and for friends, and then she doesn't think about the fact that she's got six full bags to lug back to High Gate until she's checked out and has to leave her shopping cart there in front of the store and lug the bags herself.
Lifting the bags out of the cart, Saffron debates whether she wants to hoof it to the nearest underground station or just hail a cab.
Now, though, it's too cold for the farmer's market to be open, so Saffron has to content herself with trips to the natural food market she'd discovered last winter. The food she gets there is just as good, she supposes, but the atmosphere isn't quite the same. She's looking forward to later in the spring when she can go back to Petros Park.
One thing both places have in common, though, is the fact that Saffron always buys way too much and then has to figure out how to get it all home. She brings her handy canvas bags, filling them with a whole variety of things she needs to do all the cooking she does for herself and for friends, and then she doesn't think about the fact that she's got six full bags to lug back to High Gate until she's checked out and has to leave her shopping cart there in front of the store and lug the bags herself.
Lifting the bags out of the cart, Saffron debates whether she wants to hoof it to the nearest underground station or just hail a cab.
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[dated to February 13]
Saffron doesn't feel like she's relaxed at all in the last twenty-four hours or so. They'd been having a good time last night, drinking at the bar like regular folks out with friends, and then some druggie tāmāde hùndàn had stabbed Newt and left him for dead in an alley.
Newt was in the hospital now, stable but in a coma, and Saffron's tried to be there for Kate as much as she could without smothering. She's tried to be strong for her friend, so she could have someone to lean on, tried to keep from falling apart herself at the thought of what might have happened if he'd laid there alone and bleeding for much longer.
Tonight, Kate's got friends with her, and Saffron goes home, for a much needed shower and change of clothing. She stands under the hot water, thinking about what she's been wanting to do since this whole thing started - she wants to make that guy pay for what he did to her friend. She wants to find him and end him.
By the time she's dressed and blow drying her hair, she knows who to go to for help. He's bound to be as angry about this as she is, and with his abilities, they should have a much better chance of getting this done. Throwing her still slightly damp hair into a ponytail, she goes to her phone and texts Derek, then finishes getting ready while she waits for his response.
You busy? I need your help with something.
Newt was in the hospital now, stable but in a coma, and Saffron's tried to be there for Kate as much as she could without smothering. She's tried to be strong for her friend, so she could have someone to lean on, tried to keep from falling apart herself at the thought of what might have happened if he'd laid there alone and bleeding for much longer.
Tonight, Kate's got friends with her, and Saffron goes home, for a much needed shower and change of clothing. She stands under the hot water, thinking about what she's been wanting to do since this whole thing started - she wants to make that guy pay for what he did to her friend. She wants to find him and end him.
By the time she's dressed and blow drying her hair, she knows who to go to for help. He's bound to be as angry about this as she is, and with his abilities, they should have a much better chance of getting this done. Throwing her still slightly damp hair into a ponytail, she goes to her phone and texts Derek, then finishes getting ready while she waits for his response.
You busy? I need your help with something.
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The other day, Saffron had sat down to figure out what all she wanted to make and bring to Mike and Neil's Thanksgiving-slash-housewarming party and realized she was going to have to get a hell of a lot of groceries. That's fine with her, as is the fact that she's probably making far more than she needs to between the various dishes and desserts she's got planned, but the problem with having to buy so many groceries is that she has to rely on public transportation and only has the two arms.
She supposes she could get a cart of some kind, maybe, but what she'd rather have is a pair of strong arms to help. Saffron remembers a conversation she'd had recently with Church, about getting the hang of grocery shopping, so she recruits him to give her a hand. He's definitely got the requisite strong arms, and if she can help him figure out how to navigate the store, even better.
He's coming down from his apartment to get her on their way out, and Saffron slips on her boots before checking her overall appearance in the mirror, giving her hair one last fluff.
She supposes she could get a cart of some kind, maybe, but what she'd rather have is a pair of strong arms to help. Saffron remembers a conversation she'd had recently with Church, about getting the hang of grocery shopping, so she recruits him to give her a hand. He's definitely got the requisite strong arms, and if she can help him figure out how to navigate the store, even better.
He's coming down from his apartment to get her on their way out, and Saffron slips on her boots before checking her overall appearance in the mirror, giving her hair one last fluff.
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[dated to September 23]
She's been debating it for days now, going back and forth, and she knows she needs to just do it and get it over with. Nothing's going to change where this is headed, she knows that.
They'd never even slept together, but maybe that had been Saffron's mistake. Maybe that's where she'd gone wrong, thinking if she went about it the so-called proper way for once it would make a difference. But now she knows the truth. Katie talks to her sometimes about Russell, but even if she hadn't, Saffron would know now after seeing them together. She could see how they feel about each other, could see that the way Russell looked at Katie isn't the way he looks at her. She's not interested in trying to compete with Katie, someone she cares about and considers a good friend. And she isn't interested in being passive now. Men always left. Well, not this time. She isn't going to wait around for it to happen.
She's home, but she doesn't know if he is, so she takes out her phone and texts him. Hey, are you home? Mind if I come up for a minute?
They'd never even slept together, but maybe that had been Saffron's mistake. Maybe that's where she'd gone wrong, thinking if she went about it the so-called proper way for once it would make a difference. But now she knows the truth. Katie talks to her sometimes about Russell, but even if she hadn't, Saffron would know now after seeing them together. She could see how they feel about each other, could see that the way Russell looked at Katie isn't the way he looks at her. She's not interested in trying to compete with Katie, someone she cares about and considers a good friend. And she isn't interested in being passive now. Men always left. Well, not this time. She isn't going to wait around for it to happen.
She's home, but she doesn't know if he is, so she takes out her phone and texts him. Hey, are you home? Mind if I come up for a minute?
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It's been too long, to the point of frustration, to the point where she's wondering if the years on the island have made her lose her touch. More than once Saffron has wondered if she should just give it up, if she just needs to admit to herself that she doesn't have the magic she once had out in the black that spurred her marks to be on her inside of ten minutes, as she'd told Mal once upon a time. She's never had to work this long to get what she wants.
She's been wondering, but tonight, it's like it's all finally sliding into place. She and Molokov have been together the better part of the afternoon, strolling in the park, enjoying a nice dinner, going out dancing. And now that evening's turning into night, she can feel it - that spark, that sense the time is right, the feeling she used to get back when she did this for a living that let her know all the pieces were falling together. Saffron's noticed the way he's been looking at her all night, the way he silently claims ownership by slipping an arm around her in public, by keeping her close as they dance.
She's holding her shoes in one hand as they move off to the side in the low-key club where they've been dancing. She's been making sure to stay close to him as much as possible, as if she can't stand to be too far away, and now she slips in beneath his arm, her own curling around his waist as she stands facing him, pleasantly buzzed. "It's getting warm in here, Alexander," she murmurs, nuzzling against his neck.
She's been wondering, but tonight, it's like it's all finally sliding into place. She and Molokov have been together the better part of the afternoon, strolling in the park, enjoying a nice dinner, going out dancing. And now that evening's turning into night, she can feel it - that spark, that sense the time is right, the feeling she used to get back when she did this for a living that let her know all the pieces were falling together. Saffron's noticed the way he's been looking at her all night, the way he silently claims ownership by slipping an arm around her in public, by keeping her close as they dance.
She's holding her shoes in one hand as they move off to the side in the low-key club where they've been dancing. She's been making sure to stay close to him as much as possible, as if she can't stand to be too far away, and now she slips in beneath his arm, her own curling around his waist as she stands facing him, pleasantly buzzed. "It's getting warm in here, Alexander," she murmurs, nuzzling against his neck.
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It all starts when she breaks a heel.
Saffron's got on a cheap pair of shoes she picked up at a secondhand store the day after she arrived in Darrow, just for something to wear on her feet besides the flimsy sandals she'd shown up in. They'd been the closest pair at hand when she needed to run out to the store for a few things, and though she'd known they were getting worn out, she'd thought they'd hold up.
She isn't going far, just the local market for a few things, so she's walking back home with her single brown bag when it happens. There's a crack in the sidewalk, and Saffron happens to step in it just the right - or wrong - way. Next thing she knows she's letting out a squeal as the heel of her gorram shoe breaks and she almost goes tumbling right onto her ass, her ankle twisting painfully.
Somehow, she manages to keep hold of her shopping bag and her purse, though a loaf of bread and a couple packages of pasta come spilling out onto the sidewalk. Saffron sets her bag on the sidewalk, bracing herself with one hand against a wall as she slips off her worthless shoes with the other, but when she goes to put weight on her foot pain shoots through her twisted ankle and makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth.
"Gorram it." She wonders if she can find a cabbie nice enough to not only pull over, but also help her get herself and her things into the cab. "And it's not even snowing," Saffron murmurs. "Where's that Marine when I need him?"
Saffron's got on a cheap pair of shoes she picked up at a secondhand store the day after she arrived in Darrow, just for something to wear on her feet besides the flimsy sandals she'd shown up in. They'd been the closest pair at hand when she needed to run out to the store for a few things, and though she'd known they were getting worn out, she'd thought they'd hold up.
She isn't going far, just the local market for a few things, so she's walking back home with her single brown bag when it happens. There's a crack in the sidewalk, and Saffron happens to step in it just the right - or wrong - way. Next thing she knows she's letting out a squeal as the heel of her gorram shoe breaks and she almost goes tumbling right onto her ass, her ankle twisting painfully.
Somehow, she manages to keep hold of her shopping bag and her purse, though a loaf of bread and a couple packages of pasta come spilling out onto the sidewalk. Saffron sets her bag on the sidewalk, bracing herself with one hand against a wall as she slips off her worthless shoes with the other, but when she goes to put weight on her foot pain shoots through her twisted ankle and makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth.
"Gorram it." She wonders if she can find a cabbie nice enough to not only pull over, but also help her get herself and her things into the cab. "And it's not even snowing," Saffron murmurs. "Where's that Marine when I need him?"