asgard au; vampire murder posse edition

[madamemoiselle]

[Well, that month or so of being away from Asgard was entirely unpleasant as far as Diva was concerned. Which wasn't entirely accurate, since she couldn't really remember it, but still. She had vowed to herself that she was always smart enough to not take off her bracelet for even a second, and yet, the past month was a grey fog. She had just come out of the fog by a bracelet being slipped on her wrist, and the vague memory of seeing her silver bracelet bounce off the pavement and roll into the sewer drain out of reach as she had taken it off for just a moment.

Her life is so hard, clearly.

She sighs a little as she opens the door of her home, not really yet aware of just how long she had been absent yet—She had guessed a week or so. It was going to be annoying to explain what had happened, so she had already resigned herself to feigning ignorance.]

Hey, I'm home.

[She didn't usually announce herself when she returned home, but it seemed appropriate for now.]

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[encored]

[welcome back, Diva! back to a house that's in a pretty sad state, all things considered... all of the (occasionally inconvenient) liveliness seems to be gone from it and the entire place has a feeling of disuse even if it's not dusty or dirty. in fact, she might get the initial impression that no one is here at all.

Charles doesn't breathe a word, curled up in his chair in the room he hasn't felt much of a need to leave since her disappearance. His eyes are still trained on the page he was about to flip even if every other sense is focused on the voice he isn't entirely sure he hadn't just imagined.]