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[September 10] [Near Dark] A Thousand Miles (6/26)
Title: A Thousand Miles (6/26)
Day/Theme: September 10th/When I see your heavens
Series: Near Dark
Character: Diamondback
Rating: PG
Jesse embraced his new life because his alternative had been death. Severen, he slid into this world like it was made for him, like his whole life had been leading up to this. So when Diamondback first joined them, it was the first time they'd really seen someone take some time to adjust to the change.
She liked going to movie theaters. When they came into town, if the last guy they'd eaten had carried enough spare change on him, she and Jesse would go and catch the late show. She liked Katharine Hepburn. Once in a while Severen would join them. Halfway into the film he'd usually either wander out or start providing running commentary; after The Vampire Bat, they banned him from theaters altogether.
She missed beauty parlors, after the first month or so, when her roots started showing. She missed shopping for clothes instead of just taking what she could get. She missed getting to know people. She missed owning more than she could carry. And she wasn't fond of having to rush to get everything done in the first hour or so of the night, while a few stores might still be open, and then another mad scramble just before dawn if they hadn't yet found a place to stay.
But she liked the stars. And the shadows. She liked running, and chasing, and she liked watching fields of grass fall away beneath the wheels of a different car every night. She found she liked not owning things, too; found the idea of a house, a trunk full of clothes, and all the knick-knacks that had seemed so precious to her before were more like stones to drag a person down. She liked Jesse beside her, and Severen at her back.
And she loved the blood.
Not just on her tongue - in her veins. Rushing, pounding, in a way she'd never known in her own life. This was living in a way she'd never known in her own life. This was freedom.
That's what she told herself, when she bleached her hair in the bathroom of a motel: this was freedom. Even if it was bound by obscurity and daylight.
Day/Theme: September 10th/When I see your heavens
Series: Near Dark
Character: Diamondback
Rating: PG
Jesse embraced his new life because his alternative had been death. Severen, he slid into this world like it was made for him, like his whole life had been leading up to this. So when Diamondback first joined them, it was the first time they'd really seen someone take some time to adjust to the change.
She liked going to movie theaters. When they came into town, if the last guy they'd eaten had carried enough spare change on him, she and Jesse would go and catch the late show. She liked Katharine Hepburn. Once in a while Severen would join them. Halfway into the film he'd usually either wander out or start providing running commentary; after The Vampire Bat, they banned him from theaters altogether.
She missed beauty parlors, after the first month or so, when her roots started showing. She missed shopping for clothes instead of just taking what she could get. She missed getting to know people. She missed owning more than she could carry. And she wasn't fond of having to rush to get everything done in the first hour or so of the night, while a few stores might still be open, and then another mad scramble just before dawn if they hadn't yet found a place to stay.
But she liked the stars. And the shadows. She liked running, and chasing, and she liked watching fields of grass fall away beneath the wheels of a different car every night. She found she liked not owning things, too; found the idea of a house, a trunk full of clothes, and all the knick-knacks that had seemed so precious to her before were more like stones to drag a person down. She liked Jesse beside her, and Severen at her back.
And she loved the blood.
Not just on her tongue - in her veins. Rushing, pounding, in a way she'd never known in her own life. This was living in a way she'd never known in her own life. This was freedom.
That's what she told herself, when she bleached her hair in the bathroom of a motel: this was freedom. Even if it was bound by obscurity and daylight.