[It had been a week. One that felt like it had gone on much longer with all the things that had happened. First the festival, the whole encounter with Pufficas, that she still wasn't sure what to do with. Then Nessie's alert that the new had just plopped out of nowhere, with no dream to warn the mirrorbound. Mikasa wasn't even sure where to start on that, she couldn't just loom by the Coven and see who arrived like last time. And then there was the full moon and it's affects, she could still feel, a slight pulse of energy. One that seemed to be building up again.
Very reluctantly she decided she needed a bond. She'd gotten an offer, one she'd not-quite regreted. The idea made her temple throb with a familiar pain and she didn't want to make that worse. The full moon had never seemed like an issue. Then suddenly she just lost it, went from 0 to 100 in a matter of hours.
When it had faded, all that remained was a dull acceptance. The fae wasn't remotely happy about it, but like the others had warned her, she'd hurt someone. The next time it could be worse. Could be more than animals she'd torn to shreds. With that in mind she listlessly wandered on to work. The physical labour would clear her head and make it easier to think of how to ask her potential bonded...hopefully.
That's when she saw a familiar hair cut in the side of her vision. Mikasa let out a small noise, a strange, vaguely birdlike chirp as her whole body froze on the spot. Taking a small step. Turning her upper body to look again. Long antenna giving a usless flick because she didn't know his scent. Then she just zooms across. Cutting in front of a particularly grumpy old dragon's path. He's just sputtering about the rude youths. But Mikasa doesn't care because - ]
Jean?
[There wasn't a lot different about her. Not really, not compared to others. Only the antenna and the coffee coloured chitin poking out the neck of her shirt. That and those eyes, those mismatched eyes. They didn't blink, the pupil in one was narrowed like a cat's on him, while the other was just soild black. ]
C with some wildcard later
Very reluctantly she decided she needed a bond. She'd gotten an offer, one she'd not-quite regreted. The idea made her temple throb with a familiar pain and she didn't want to make that worse. The full moon had never seemed like an issue. Then suddenly she just lost it, went from 0 to 100 in a matter of hours.
When it had faded, all that remained was a dull acceptance. The fae wasn't remotely happy about it, but like the others had warned her, she'd hurt someone. The next time it could be worse. Could be more than animals she'd torn to shreds. With that in mind she listlessly wandered on to work. The physical labour would clear her head and make it easier to think of how to ask her potential bonded...hopefully.
That's when she saw a familiar hair cut in the side of her vision. Mikasa let out a small noise, a strange, vaguely birdlike chirp as her whole body froze on the spot. Taking a small step. Turning her upper body to look again. Long antenna giving a usless flick because she didn't know his scent. Then she just zooms across. Cutting in front of a particularly grumpy old dragon's path. He's just sputtering about the rude youths. But Mikasa doesn't care because - ]
Jean?
[There wasn't a lot different about her. Not really, not compared to others. Only the antenna and the coffee coloured chitin poking out the neck of her shirt. That and those eyes, those mismatched eyes. They didn't blink, the pupil in one was narrowed like a cat's on him, while the other was just soild black. ]