beyond the ugly [open]

[vanair cyam norrettln]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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God won’t waste this simplicity
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A walk through Central Park wasn’t unheard of for one of his kind. It was the place that offered the most beauty in the city, the most of a sanctuary they were ever offered on Earth. In the hot summer heat, insects were still out and about, even this late at night and Vanair saw with wonder how they buzzed around, though there was no pollen left to disperse. All the flowers were closed for the night, awaiting the blazing sun in the morning. Their pedals soft and delicate, it was miracle that most of them were still alive. However, some had perished and it brought a frown to his face as he passed a certain patch that looked in peril. The pedals were scattered all over the flowerbed and the stems were broken and worn. He imagined a mundane child coming through this patch, picking at the flowers like they were there for his amusement. Mundanes were really terrible creatures. Could they not feel the lack of life? He bent down to the ground, took one of the frail bulbs into the palm of his hand. With relative ease, he managed to give it the nutrients it needed and a faint green glow escaped through his fingers. He stood up again and decided to leave it be; it’d be fine by sunrise.

The streetlights were finally beginning to turn on and Vanair found them a bother. They took away from the serenity of the park, like a wild dog digging through a garden. No one was in the park this late, anyway, so why bother lighting the way? If a mundane or any other race for that matter decided to follow this path, it’d only lead them to the Unseelie entrance, where they were not welcome to begin with.

Her Highness the Seelie Queen had been most generous lately. She seemingly forgot all about the Clave and their restraining rules and let her people did whatever they felt like doing. There were still limitations, of course, but very less than before. Vanair didn’t take advantage of this like his brethren did, he did as he was told; nothing more and nothing less. He wanted his queen to depend on him whenever she felt she needed to. So far, she’d seen through him, she’d seen that he wished to be nothing but her loyal servant and she’d taken him up on the offer many a times. It made him happy, if that was even the right emotion. He wasn’t sure; he wasn’t mundane.

Before his walk, he’d asked her if there was anything she needed before she retired for the night. She’d smiled patiently and said no, but if he felt like patrolling tonight, she’d gladly appreciate it. And so Vanair got dressed in these uncomfortable mundane clothes, threw on a strong glamour to hide his—what others called—“ugly” side, and departed for the other realm. That was how he got here, but now his job was done. He’d walked all along the water’s edge, all throughout the park in search for any intruders or troublemakers. He’d seen, with some amusement, a drunken man sitting on a bench and although he wasn’t considered an intruder, Vanair couldn’t help but remove him from the premises. He was such an ugly sight and surely wasn’t welcomed in a beautiful park like this.

Vanair crossed the green field over to the water’s edge and felt with some security that home was near. His boots, though made of a tough material, were soaking from the shore’s mixture of water and mud and Vanair figured it was time to go before he was yelled at for dirtying the royal halls.

That is, until, he heard a sort of scratching noise. Normally the park animals were also nestled into their little hideaways, so it alarmed him that the scratching noise was coming from so close to his current location. An intruder? So late in the game? A smile formed on his velvet lips as he neared the cause of the noise; this would prove to be most amusing. Did they honestly think they could sneak into the Unseelie Court? Fool.

He made his way out from under the brushes of a tree, pushing gently aside the branch that was near his head. Then he saw a figure in the close distance and he became less anxious. Not even a good warm up. He leaned on his left foot, both hands stuffed inside his jean pockets. “Isn’t it a bit late to be wandering around by yourself?

[/b] he called to the figure, the lack of anticipation clear in his voice.

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Word Count: seven seven five
Tags: ¡Open!
Notes: I’ll admit, this is a bored post
I needed one for Vanny anyway =)
Lyrics: Beautiful Things by Andain
Outfit: Evening Stroll

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[casey elizabeth sawyer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Casey had been sitting on her balcony. Well, it wasn't really a balcony as much as it was a fire escape. She had been sitting there, with her feet dangling over the edge, the barely-there breeze tickling their soles. Callisto had been sitting on her lap, letting the girl pet her absently as she stared out into space. Or more, like, into the streets. Despite the fact that everyone had already gone to bed - or at the very least, all the sensible people had - the city still refused to sleep, which in turn caused Casey to toss and turn in her sleep. Their air conditioning had busted again - her mother was talking about taking in a roommate again to help pay for the costs - and so Casey was sleeping with the window open. Or trying to sleep with the window open. She had heard the noises, every drip outside her window and ever thud of a car running over the pothole just outside of the house. After a few more moments of sitting on the fire escape, Casey shifted in her seat, moving Callisto onto the cool metal and standing up. Her mother would understand, she was sure. Changing into a skirt and tank top and grabbing her phone from her dresser to stick it in her skirt's pocket, she continued to tiptoe down the stairs and towards the door. She stopped to write a note to her mom on the board, though - off to the park. have my phone. see you for breakfast. - c - before stepping out the door, glad that her ballet flats were silent. She made it to the park without consequence, only stopping to pet a stray cat once or twice. Casey hummed to herself, dancing along the sidwalk on her way to the park. Really, this was just about the most dangerous thing one could do in New York City, even without knowing about the Downworlders and demons the Shadowhunters were constantly fighting. Being a Mundane, Casey didn't know about all these things, but she didn't think she was in any sort of danger. As far as she was concerned, it was her and nature and its sounds. When she got to the park, she neared the lake. It always had the best rhythm to hum along too, and even better to dance to. She started dancing on the grass, her eyes closed as she hummed to herself. Most of the time, Casey got it out of her system without a hitch, but tonight, she wasn't the only one seeking refuge in the park as far as she was concerned. "Oh!" she cried out, flailing to keep her balance as she turned to face the voice. Her eyes widened when she saw the boy - man? Casey couldn't tell how old he was in the dark and from this distance - standing in fornt of her, looking terribly casual. "Yes, I suppose it is," Casey responded with a shrug. "But in the city that never sleeps, what is late?" she added with a grin. Her mother had used that excuse on her once, when she had gone out and worried the life out of Casey. After a second, Casey took a hesitant step towards the person. "I'm Casey," she said cheerfully, holding her hand out for him to shake. "And technically, isn't it a bit late for you to be up and about too?" Casey asked innocently, tilting her head to the side. tag: vanny/open word count: 581 outfit: link lyric credit: colbie caillat banner credit: allstarz @ caution 2.0 notes: <3

credit to BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0

[vanair cyam norrettln]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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Vanair raised a delicate eyebrow as the stranger flailed like a trapped fly to regain—what he now knew was a—her balance. Ah, so he was correct to assume she was a mundane. Mundanes just had a certain scent, a certain way of being recognizable. Half of the time, Vanair didn’t have to examine much to come to this conclusion, but with the fading light, even he was straining to see. He also knew she had to be a mundane because a vampire wouldn’t have lost balance that quickly, if at all; a werewolf, particularly one from Lucian’s pack, knew better than to upset the Seelie Queen; the Nephilim have never given a damn before unless the Court had done something wrong, which Vanair knew they did not; and the warlocks didn’t give a damn whether they did something wrong or not. Her childish, giddy way of dancing also gave her away. Mundanes, it was like they didn’t have a care in the world. It made him quite sick to his stomach.

After registering that she was of no immediate danger to him—or at all, really. She was in a skirt that had a zero possibility of hiding something and it wasn’t like she’d be willing to do much—Vanair came out of the shadows and walked closer to the girl, simply to get a better look at her. Also, the Queen had always taught him to be a proper gentleman, even in the face of the ones who could not identify their kind and it was universally considered rude not to present yourself to the one you were speaking with. He supposed she was pretty for a mundane: fair blonde hair, bright eyes, and a warm welcoming smile. Maybe she’d be some fun after all.

“Hmph, I suppose you have a point, though it has been defined as being beyond the unexpected,”

[/b] he said as he neared and he honestly couldn’t argue anything else. He offered a charming smile, wondering what it was exactly she’d been expecting this late at night. Hell, they were nearly into the AM. No matter what time of day, someone somewhere was always awake in New York City. He’d learned that the hard way after nearly being spotted by an elderly woman walking home from her grandson’s. Of all people. The woman was nearly seventy. Surely, she had some common sense as to avoid the potentially dangerous? Then again, look who he was speaking to now. This mundane couldn’t be any older than eighteen years of age, hardly a woman. Surely, she had some common sense?

He watched as she took a hesitant step towards him, wondering idly what he’d done to make her movements delayed. He wasn’t threatening her…yet, but give it a few minutes and he might become interested. Pocketed hands did not remove themselves, even as she held out her hand for him to shake. He knew the gesture and only after he realized that she was simply introducing herself. A name came with an identity, which Vanair didn’t have the pleasantry of making up. A fey never lied. “Casey,”[/b] he repeated, testing how it felt to say her name. It was ordinary enough. To him, it sounded like every other name for a mundie. “I’m Vanair,”[/b] he said, not at all caring if it sounded abnormal or not. The Clave never said a fey couldn’t show themselves to a mundane. They were just not to disrupt their routine lives, which he wasn’t, since she’d technically come to him. To her question, he replied, “I was out doing a favor.”[/b] Oh how he loved white lies.

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Word Count: six eleven
Tags: Casey/Open
Notes: Oh Vanny's gonna have fun with this ;]
Lyrics: Beautiful Things by Andain
Outfit: Evening Stroll

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[casey elizabeth sawyer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- You know that feeling that maybe you shouldn't be doing what you're doing at that point in time? Well, Casey had that. Honest, she did. She was just very, very bad at paying attention to it or even listening to it. Her curiosity got the best of her and her optimism - or naivete, however you wanted to look at it - kept her from thinking anything too terrible could happen. Sure, it worked out all right back in Connecticut, but now that they were in New York, she really should have known better. Unfortunately, since she didn't know any better, she ignored the odd feeling she got from the stranger and kept on smiling at him like an old friend. As he walked out of the shadows, Casey got a better look at him. He was around her age, she guessed, maybe a bit older. And a very pretty person, as well. Casey knew males preferred the title "handsome," but she felt like "pretty" fit him a bit better. He had the sort of face where, if Casey was a bit more self-conscious, she probably would have turned into a stammering mess trying to talk to him. Thankfully, she wasn't that self-conscious and only grinned some more when he proved she had a point. "Unexpected sounds about right," she said with a chuckle. Calling New York unexpected was the understatement of the century, from Casey's point of view. After all, here she was, talking to a boy she would never had expected to see in the middle of the night at Central Park. And she was certain he hadn't planned on meeting some random girl either...then again, maybe he was one of those night people who didn't find anything exceptionally exciting anymore. She wasn't scared of him, per se, but a bit iffy as to how he would react. Despite the fact that Casey thought the best of people and almsot never worried about what they could do, she had learned that meeting people outside of normal human hours often led to said people being grouchy and terribly mean. This guy, though, didn't seem like the sort. "Mmhmm," she said when he repeated her name and didn't shake her hand. Casey placed it back to her side, not at all deterred by the oddity of his ignoring her hand. "Vanair?" she repeated before nodding slowly. "That's quite a name," Casey added honestly, not sure how she felt about it. It wasn't a terribly odd name compared to others she'd heard, but it wasn't exactly "Adam" or "Chris" either. "A favor? Like what?" she asked curiosly, taking half a step closer. Honestly, Casey had the common sense of a five-year-old sometimes. tag: vanny/open word count: 448 outfit: link lyric credit: colbie caillat banner credit: allstarz @ caution 2.0 notes: ohdear :3 what's casey gotten herself into? XD

credit to BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0

[vanair cyam norrettln]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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God won’t waste this simplicity
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He saw with mild bemusement how she studied his glamour. She was seeing what she wanted to, no doubt, since the fey boy was all too lazy this night to put in any thought to his outward, mundane appearance. She was most likely seeing a young, vibrant and handsome boy and he was allowed to say this because it was fact and not because he wanted to feel better about himself. If he wanted to brighten his spirits, he’d been twisting her very sanity at the moment, but no. Vanair decided it was best to let this one go for a little while because a) she was actually, somewhat intriguing him and what fun was it to have her hate him when the game had only just begun? And b) they were too close to the Unseelie Court. Someone would spot Vanair and most likely tell Her Highness about it, which was not something he wanted to deal with tonight.

Her grin made Vanair want to copy her movements, but he disguised itself as an innocent smile. Apparently, she liked to be proven right; noted. “Very unexpected, but then again, who are we to talk?”

[/b] he asked and offered a small laugh. Technically, she was the only thing here out of the ordinary, but for now she didn’t need to know that. He began to wonder if she would grow to see past his glamour. Was she gifted with the Sight at birth? In the earlier years of the earth, it used to be a rather uncommon occurrence, but as the years have gone by, Vanair and nearly all of the elderly beings have begun to notice a change in this. There were more of them, and more of them were becoming too perceptive for their own good, getting mixed up in wars they should be blind to.

Now she seemed hesitant. Well, already she was proving herself to be smarter than most. He smiled at the remark about his name, trying to find the words to describe it without using the words “fey”, “ancient”, or “glamour.” “It’s Celtic,”[/b] he explained briefly although it was mostly Elven, but mundanes believed the two to be related. Therefore, no lies. Huh, Vanny was getting pretty good at this.

But then she asked him about his little favor. He gave her an apologetic smile and said, “I don’t quite know how to explain it to you. I suppose you can say I was looking for someone who might not be here…would you like to walk with me?”[/b] he added as an afterthought, realizing that they were standing in the same place and making absolutely no progress. As to what progress he was hoping to achieve, Vanair didn’t really know yet. Perhaps he was just looking for a way to spend the night, or maybe he was quite honestly intrigued with her. She was different than most mundanes he’d communicated with. Most of them had been greedy, vicious, heartless, temperamental; but she seemed quite the opposite. She was almost like a Nephilim, except, he was allowed to speak with her without feeling like he was being interrogated.

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Word Count: five two six
Tags: Casey/Open
Notes: Vanny's really hating the "no lying" thing right about now...
Lyrics: Beautiful Things by Andain
Outfit: Evening Stroll

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[casey elizabeth sawyer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Casey didn't know what to think of the boy, really. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but the voice in her head was telling her to be wary. Although, the voice sounded like her mother, though, and the woman was far warier of the male gender than Casey was. Casey often took her mother's advice about men with a grain of salt, but something about this guy - Vanair - seemed awfully...off. Not that Casey would actually say it or do anything about it. It was just a fact that she had to mentally acknowledge. She chuckled at his comment and nodded. "That's true. Showing up randomly at Central Park is probably the epitome of unexpected," she said, shrugging. Of course, she really didn't know any better, which made the fact of the matter that things could be far more unexpected than a chance meeting at the park. And although she didn't know about it, Casey was actually more than likely able to know about it if she tried hard enough. Vanair had been right, after all, that the girl might have the Sight. Her father had had it - a powerful one, if he had been honest with himself - and had managed to pass it on to Casey. The only problem was that since she never knew about it, she simply accepted things to be what glamours told her they were and shrugged off what the glamours didn't hide. "That's interesting. You don't hear very many Celtic names nowadays," she said cheerfully. 'At least, none as interesting as Vanair," she added with a shrug. As far as Casey could tell, all of the people she knew were "Adam"s and "Chelsea"s. Nothing terribly interesting really. Casey tilted her head to the side as he explained - or sort of explained - his favor. "A walk? Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. I was already on my own walk before you showed up, after all," she said cheerfully. Not to mention, she rather liked talking to this Vanair character, despite the niggling in her head to be a bit wary of him. "Oh, are you a cop?" she asked, realizing that if he was, she had misjudged his age quite terribly. Either that or she'd be in quite a bit of trouble. For some odd reason, though, that didn't bother Casey at all. Had he been a cop who was planning on making her sit in a cell for wandering the city - not that she was certain he could do that - he would have done so already, wouldn't he? He wouldn't ask her to walk the park with him while he did his favor for...whoever it was for. "Or are you sort of like a vigilante?" she asked, deciding that that was far likelier when one examined the signs. tag: vanny/open word count: 469 outfit: link lyric credit: colbie caillat banner credit: allstarz @ caution 2.0 notes: awwe, poor Vanny <3

credit to BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0

[vanair cyam norrettln]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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“You don’t hear very many Celtic names nowadays,” Casey had said and Vanair only mustered the energy to shrug. He heard many different Celtic and Elven names on a regular basis. In fact, there was about two new a day, but he had to remember to act mundane, like he didn’t know any better, which was hard considering that he didn’t particularly take an interest on what they knew or how they felt. He was more interested in destroying it, which was why her curiosity was killing him slowly. “Vanair” was not the most interesting by his standards and he was almost tempted to tell her the princess’s elaborate name, just to see her eyebrows knit, but no, that would only bring her to ask more questions; questions he could not answer in lies. Damn the angel blood in his veins…and the demon blood, too. “My mother was old fashioned,”

[/b] he said.

At her acceptance of his offer to take a walk, he nodded, smiled, and took a step forward, gesturing for her to follow in his steps. He led her off the water’s edge, away from the Seelie Court’s entrance, wary of the fact that the glamours were up, like someone was watching his every move. “Really?”[/b] he asked to her statement, “Did you have anywhere in mind?”[/b] It was an honest question and Vanair didn’t mind where they walked, as long as they were away from the other Feys’ watchful eyes. Really, he was one of the Queen’s most loyal servants; had they a reason to distrust him? After all he’d done for them? A sigh escaped his lips, him not aware of it. He looked over to Casey when he was made aware she’d asked a question.

He hadn’t heard the first part of her question, but he did hear the part about him being a vigilante of sorts. Vanair couldn’t help it; he laughed. Not, because the implication was funny—okay, maybe it was a little amusing—but he could see the girl was Sighted, could see that she knew all of what he was if only she took the time to focus on it. Why wasn’t she more aware of her surroundings? Why didn’t she mind? Oh well, all the more fun for Vanny. He shook his head, calming his little fit of laughs in a matter of moments. “Sure, if you want to call it that,”[/b] he said and again, he wasn’t technically lying. He was taking the Fey law upon himself, hence a vigilante.

He looked at her, tried to study why on earth she was allowing herself to trust him so much. Would all mundane girls just take a walk with a random guy? Even if they knew not of where they were going? “So what drove you to come here this late?”[/b]

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Word Count: four seven seven
Tags: Casey/Open
Notes: n/a
Lyrics: Beautiful Things by Andain
Outfit: Evening Stroll

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[casey elizabeth sawyer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Casey was the kind of girl who actually liked silences sometimes. A lot of her peers were the kind who always needed someone to be talking or making some sort of background noise, but they never seemed to realize that there was always background noise. It wasn't as prominent back in Connecticut as it was in New York, but it was the same general concept. So as Vanair seemed to think about, well, whatever it was he was thinking about, Casey enjoyed the night time sounds, a routine to the cricket chirping pulling itself together in her mind. "Old fashioned isn't always a bad thing, like most people think it is," she said with a nod. Old fashioned was, in her opinion, better than anything anyone else could come up with. Although, she could definitely do without the puffy sleeves. When he asked her if she had anywhere in mind for her walk - or it was really their walk now - she shook her head. Casey wasn't - and never would be, if she was being honest - a planning sort of person. She just sort of went with what felt best and hoped her instincts were right. "Not really," she answered honestly, shrugging. "I was just going to wander until I was sleepy," she continued, drawing small circles at her feet with pointed toes. It was what she had done in Connecticut when she was feeling a bit insomniatic. "Were you headed anywhere?" she asked intently, looking at him with curious, wide eyes. Casey didn't know what Vanair had found so funny about her question. She didn't really know why being called a cop or vigilante was amusing, but she figured people were just odd like that, weren't they? She tilted her head to the side, letting her curls tickle her shoulders as she waited for him to give her a reply. "Oh, okay," she said, nodding slowly as they kept walking. "Well, I'm sure the citizens of New York would thank you if they knew about your vigilante work," she added jokingly, smirking a little. It was probably true; although, she had read enough books and comics to know that if the citizens of New York knew about a vigilante, they'd simply use them as a crutch and scapegoat if necessary. She tried to ignore the fact that he seemed to be intently studying her as they walked, though, looking around her at all the trees and watching as nightlife seemed to scurry about. It was really a bit odd and thrilling all at the same time to take a walk with a virtual stranger to nowhere for no reason. Even if he asked his questions out loud, she wouldn't be able to tell him why she had trusted him so easily. It was her disposition, she would probably say. She simply trusted anyone who seemed trustworthy and not like a creeper who would cut off her hair and sniff it. At the question he did say outloud, Casey had an easy answer for, mostly because it was the same one she always gave her mother after she was suffering from a bout of insomnia. "I couldn't sleep. I was just sitting on our fire escape with my cat and looking at nothing, so I figured I should do something vaguely productive." tag: vanny/open word count: 551 outfit: link lyric credit: colbie caillat banner credit: allstarz @ caution 2.0 notes: <3

credit to BABY DARLING ! @ caution 2.0

[vanair cyam norrettln]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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He was slightly disappointed when she said she had nowhere in mind. What was the point of just aimlessly walking around late at night? She answered that for him with a response that made him look at her instead of the pathway ahead. Hoping to fall asleep? Huh, that was a new one. Vanair always saw people jogging or speed walking in the early morning to wake up, but never to tire themselves. He had to remember that mundanes weren’t exactly nocturnal like he was, so taking the current time into consideration; he supposed it made more sense. Still, it was a bizarre concept to him. When he wanted to fall asleep, he locked himself in his room and curled under his silk blankets. The last thing he wanted to do was go out in public.

He was cut from his thoughts when Casey asked him if he had anywhere in mind. Honestly, anywhere away from the Seelie Court. He wasn’t ready to head back yet. But then he saw her wide, curious-puppy eyes and figured it wasn’t nice to let her down with such a plain response. He shrugged to her question and then said, “I was thinking along the lines of Bethesda Fountain. They light it up at night and it’s about the only thing worth seeing in this big park at this time of night,”

[/b] It was his honest opinion. The fountain really was the most beautiful place in the nighttime. The Court was beautiful during the day, when the sun from the upper world reflected in its waters and white marble halls. He couldn’t tell her that though, that was his little secret. Not to mention, he’d get into trouble for showing a mundane the hidden entrance. Now, if she decided to follow him, he thought, that wasn’t his problem, but hopefully she was smart enough to know when to head home…

Vanair realized he’d startled her a bit and that amused him. It was like she hadn’t expected him to be the laughing type, which he normally wasn’t, but if something was worth laughing over, Van wasn’t afraid to express it. She tilted her head, a sign of wonder, and Vanair began to wonder what she was thinking about. He hadn’t encountered a mundane in a while, busy between Pherenice and Sam. There wasn’t much time for himself anymore, so needless to say, he was rather enjoying this walk. He steered her off course, onto another path that would ultimately lead to the fountain. “I tend to shy away from the public eye,”[/b] he said simply. No, the mundanes wouldn’t thank him. If they knew the truth, they’d probably lock him up and burn him alive like he was a witch on trial. And he’d know about that; he lived through it. Those were not fun times for the magically gifted.

"I couldn't sleep. I was just sitting on our fire escape with my cat and looking at nothing, so I figured I should do something vaguely productive." Well that certainly wasn’t the response he was anticipating, though it would explain why the girl was wearing light clothing that seemed to have hardly any effort put behind it. “Well, you met a vigilante. I’d say that’s ‘vaguely productive,’”[/b] he offered in the form of a joke.

The came up to the fountain a few moments afterwards and to Vanair’s surprise, the lights were still on, reflecting in the water, up upon the statue that stood high above the park. Even he found himself looking at it intently. No matter how many times he saw it, Van did have to admit that the display was beautiful. It looked like the mundanes were good for something after all. He looked over at Casey, looked to see that she was staring as well. Tired of standing there awkwardly, Vanair chose to sit down on the fountain’s edge. He turned his attention back to Casey and saw how the lights played on her flawless face. He smiled, again supposing that she was quite pretty for a mundie. “If you’re looking to grow tired, this is the best place,”[/b] he said and looked at the water again, “It’s the calmest, at least.”[/b]

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Word Count: seven zero five
Tags: Casey/Open
Notes: I actually forgot that Central Park had a fountain...xD
Lyrics: Beautiful Things by Andain
Outfit: Evening Stroll

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