stuff us in boxes that's where you want us
cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns
Their teasing tirade a normal occurrence. One that was fortunately abandoned in lieu of the curiousness of her companion's quick attempt to conceal the cow costume. She should have known better that there was not much that slipped by Harley. Especially when she shouldn't. Of course, the sleight of hand only drew Harley's astute violet eyes toward that very thing. Harley lept into action, hardly allowing hesitation to be something to guide her actions. In but a heartbeat of a moment, the raven-haired were had already had items safely at the cashier and paid for as Isolt's distant chastizing clearly did little to deter the runaway-train of woman when she had already begun. Her words were merely a backdrop noise that spurred her haste! Poor Isolt, despite her supernatural speed she had slowed considerably as her due date drew closer. For a single moment, as she lingered for Isolt by the door with nothing but a devious grin plastered upon her lips, allowing the bag to sway almost teasingly within her curled fingers she could not help but wonder just how their life would change. It already had, far too much than she had even realized but having a baby changed things permanently and with all the Risque shit Harley was wrapped in. Harley refused to linger on the thought long, refusing to put herself through an unnecessary torment here and now. She hardly let that smile alter, refusing to diminish the carefree atmosphere for future's clutches.
Isolt's admittance that she would much rather streak than wear that cow ensemble. Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. At least no one would be remembering her face. Those udders were undeniably distracting! Although that threat only made Harley laugh.... Albeit only slightly nervously. She had seen vampire strength at work, against her. A sigh escaped her. "You are no fun." She sulked with a pout.
"Although if you are as strong as you are fast in your current state. I am betting the cloud backs up my photos far quicker." She added deviously the glint meeting her light, striking gaze. She allowed a pregnant pause to overcome the sanctity of her car before breaking. "Come on Isolt.. You know me better than that.. I can't even take a selfie properly. How am I going to capture a decent pic of your streaking ass? Although it would be nice to show the kid how we used to be. Plus.. it isn't me you have to worry about. You think there isn't some sweaty teenage boy just dying to go viral or simply be thrilled to see a voluptuous naked woman. You'd be all over the net in no time." She cast her companion a look and a half awkward shrug while her hands remained on the wheel. "Sooo I take it you're considering the udders huh?" Oh Harley had a compelling argument for just about anything! "Besides, this is our last time to just..." The last time... those words seemed to strike her harder than the raven-haired spitfire realized. Yet she pushed through, pushing those pesky thoughts away even though she doesn't hesitate. "To just not give a fuck. Young and dumb... like it used to be. But not too dumb." She waved an idle hand toward Isolts swollen belly. No, they had to be a little careful.
Finally, on day two or three of that long ass drive of the never-ending broken up 40 hours to New Orleans the made it. Whose fucking bright idea was it to drive across the country? She was damn grateful her car held together by some stroke of luck, it was a tank, she was certain. But the one perk was they were far from the limits of Sacrosanct. It was well worth it. It still wasn't far enough if you asked her and yet it was far enough to let those ties of all that turmoil simply to not exist, for now. Not even Tetradore's nagging connection lingered... Not even Risque's stifling powers could reach her here. For a moment, she felt invincible. That mention of last nights motel caused Harley to visibly shudder, unable to hide that look of disgust. "That place was nasty." She admitted, the mention of a crime scene sounded accurate and she bobbed her head in agreement. It was a damn good thing there were no black lights. They must never speak of it again! Isolt giggled, light-heartedly nudging Harley in a playful sort of way that brought her back to the old days a fragile short period of time when life hadn't quite delivered blow after blow.
Harley peered toward her companion once more, momentarily before setting her eyes safely at the sprawling road ahead as the topic of this night's hotel was mentioned. "So they claim its haunted, our room in particular.. I don't believe it. They do accept requests to throw in a complimentary ouija board to anyone that wants it. So naturally.... I opted in." It was a fucking gimmick and she knew it and yet she could hardly resist.
New Orleans was alive, in every way, well except for that the living seemed to honour the dead. The streets felt heavy with lively magic seemed to sweep through the streets that caused goosebumps on her arms to rise as if summoned to do so. What kind of powerful ghouls called this place home? They better stay far away from her. Needless to say, it felt like a beacon for supernaturals, like it threatened to suck them in like some fucking magical Dyson. Harley shrugged her shoulders as if trying to rid herself of that feel. "Do you feel that? Or are my kitty senses a tingling?" Harley questioned. The woman continued driving through the city streets, that sensation lessened or perhaps she simply adjusted to it, she hardly knew. Regardless, she took in all those new sights and sounds, committing them all to memory. All those unique features, the blemishes and the beauty of that city that had no shortage of character.
It wasn't long for the voice in her phone told her to make a few abrupt turns before arriving at their final destination a quaint hotel, freshly painted white and yet there was no denying it was old. The pair settled in for the remainder of that night. Harley was exhausted to the bone. The girls spent the night with the Ouji board...and she swore it even moved its self. It spelt the word pancakes of all random words. It was insistent... 'pancakes' it said again followed by the word now. The pair then thought it best to satisfy the agitated ghosts and themselves, Harley buying herself her own helping of breakfast food. Hey, girls gotta eat and since becoming a shifter she had grown a healthy appetite. Harley for once wary of something less than tangible that night in their room. She swore something pulled her hair. Eventually, Harley was able to fall blissfully asleep, woken from a disturbing nightmare of a demanding Aunt Jemimah demanding her around the hotel with an army of youthful ghosts. She might have woken up yelling the words, pancakes. Yeah, it was bizarre even for her.
The next day had come far too soon! The girls made the most of the day though, shopping through the streets of New Orleans. Going into all the unique shops that interested them. The pair entered their room to drop off those bags, the sun had set and it was already time for the crazies to come out of the cracks. Vampires included.
"Oooh Issy.... I think its time for our evening wear." Her voice was a taunting little song as she tried and failed to keep that wicked smile upon her lips. Ah... but she failed, not that she was trying too hard)... looking forever smug like the cat that got the cream.