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nosuchthingasfate "I'm sorry, Dad, I can't come home till I find Lydia and figure out what is going on with her. Please don't come looking for me. That is an order."
The whole leader card wasn't something that Allison had ever wanted to play with her father and she was sure she would get more than earful later about it but she knew he would listen. She was trained to be a leader and he a soldier. Sometimes that meant she had more pull than he did as a father but she also knew that it was the father that was worried. Worried about her after nearly losing her just a few months before to a samurai blade.
Shifting, she swore she could feel something pull in the middle of her chest then but she knew it was just a phantom pain, a memory more than anything, though the scar would forever be there.
Pushing away the thoughts when she saw the sharply dressed man exiting the shop across the street, Allison pulled herself a bit straighter as she leaned back against the wall of the alley with a narrowing of her gaze. She knew who he was as she had been tracking him for over two weeks now. Ever since the phone call from Derek Hale that brought her from Paris to New Orleans in search of her best friend. The fact that she had come had miraculously kept the other pack members in Beacon Hills though she knew that itched at Scott and Stiles both.
Shifting again, she watched as Elijah Mikaelson made his way across the street and down away from her. Glancing at her phone, she sent a brief message to Derek then, knowing full well he probably wouldn't answer her but that didn't matter. He was watching Rebekah Mikaelson, the sister of the man Allison now tracked. And somewhere else, their brother, the real target, was somewhere with Lydia though the girl had no idea just how close a couple of her former packmates were.
Sliding out of the alley, Allison started after Elijah, keeping her distance and her gait casual so he wouldn't pick up on her.
The whole leader card wasn't something that Allison had ever wanted to play with her father and she was sure she would get more than earful later about it but she knew he would listen. She was trained to be a leader and he a soldier. Sometimes that meant she had more pull than he did as a father but she also knew that it was the father that was worried. Worried about her after nearly losing her just a few months before to a samurai blade.
Shifting, she swore she could feel something pull in the middle of her chest then but she knew it was just a phantom pain, a memory more than anything, though the scar would forever be there.
Pushing away the thoughts when she saw the sharply dressed man exiting the shop across the street, Allison pulled herself a bit straighter as she leaned back against the wall of the alley with a narrowing of her gaze. She knew who he was as she had been tracking him for over two weeks now. Ever since the phone call from Derek Hale that brought her from Paris to New Orleans in search of her best friend. The fact that she had come had miraculously kept the other pack members in Beacon Hills though she knew that itched at Scott and Stiles both.
Shifting again, she watched as Elijah Mikaelson made his way across the street and down away from her. Glancing at her phone, she sent a brief message to Derek then, knowing full well he probably wouldn't answer her but that didn't matter. He was watching Rebekah Mikaelson, the sister of the man Allison now tracked. And somewhere else, their brother, the real target, was somewhere with Lydia though the girl had no idea just how close a couple of her former packmates were.
Sliding out of the alley, Allison started after Elijah, keeping her distance and her gait casual so he wouldn't pick up on her.
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Date: 2014-08-25 06:33 pm (UTC)"I'm tempted to try and eat it, just because, but I don't think I could. I would probably just make myself sick and you would have to carry me." She chuckled, dropping her hand.
"So that means you can eat? It doesn't make you sick?" She nudged the plate towards him after grabbing a piece for herself. Then she say there for a moment, eyeing the size of it as she tried to figure out how to take a bite. Finally she attacked the one side, taking as big a bite as she managed. Then she made a muffled laugh, her eye sparkling as she brought her hand to her mouth again.
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Date: 2014-08-25 07:25 pm (UTC)"Truth be told, I'm rather fond of Creole cuisine." he went on, still watching her with no small measure of pleasure as she indulged in her sandwich. "Most spicy foods, really. I find that the burn of the flavor reminds me most of what it was like to eat when I was still human."
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Date: 2014-08-25 08:57 pm (UTC)Because she didn't mind the idea of hanging out with him a bit more. Now that they had an understanding, they could relax and it allowed her a chance to enjoy herself around him.
Picking up one or the pieces, she flashed him a small smile before she started eating again.