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[stefanged]

Who: Stefan Salvatore, Obi-Wan Kenobi, & Misty Day
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Lavandula
When: Backdated to earlier this week!

[It's not every day that Stefan gets to spend time with two of his favorite people in the entire Fleet. Okay, maybe he gets to spend more time with them than the average person, but a whole afternoon? That's rare.

They'd agreed to meet on the moon and take part in its services. The yoga, the meditation, maybe even a formal tea brewing ceremony if there's time. Stefan wants to take notes and bring it all back to the Center - and if he were pressed, he'd admit that he wants some time off. Between the Center, the lab, and even the blood drive, he's been running on empty (caffeinated) fumes.

He can't remember the last time he got to stop and breathe, so he sits on the steps of the main rehab center and pulls out his diary. Might as well get some writing in beforehand.]

Comments

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan watches her go, stroking his beard. It was an interesting way to interpret the future and certainly not one he had ever seen before. Looking into tea leaves . . . certainly he'd prefer it than the clouded visions the Force provides them.

Nevertheless, he's not bothered by visions of the future, or his place in them. He turns to the others with a congenial smile. ]

Maybe so but that certainly was entertaining.

[mistyday]

[Misty studies and Stefan's cups with great seriousness. Flames. Flames and nothing else. But that's not surprising, not for her - what is surprising is that Stefan's leaves are the same as hers. Without realizing it, her hold on his hand tightens.

When Obi-Wan speaks she looks back up at him, a small frown forming. His smile seems out of place.]

She read true for me.

[stefanged]

Yeah. I don't know if "entertaining" is the right word.

[He returns that hand squeeze, still peering down his cup. He suspects that the fire doesn't mimic a hearth. No, it's like gunfire. Or what had killed him the first-go round.]

If she couldn't read your fortune... I wonder. Is it because ours are harder to read?

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan shrugs. ]

It's possible that your futures are very much in motion. Difficult to read. My future, for now, is very much set.

[mistyday]

Or it's because I don't have one. No more than what Atroma chooses to give me, anyhow.

[stefanged]

Yeah, I exist outside time. It's possible that she can't see anything for either of us.

[beardstrokes]

It hardly matters.

[ Or Obi-Wan has hit the point where he no longer gives any fucks about the future. ]

[mistyday]

[Misty visibly bristles.]

Matters to me. I ain't got nothin' to go back to.

[stefanged]

It's not like he knows.

[Stefan's ready to jump in-between them if he needs to - as it is, he feels like he's watching a tennis match.]

I know that my fortune's impossible to read 'cause I'm dead, or undead, or whatever the hell I am, but you sound fine from here.

[beardstrokes]

[ He nods. ]

What I meant was your future isn't limited to what anyone says. It's only limited by what you choose.

[mistyday]

Well I chose wrong!

[She shoves the tea cup forcefully away, causing it to tip over and disrupting the pattern of leaves. Her big eyes fill with angry tears as she looks back at Obi-Wan.]

Don't you see? I'm dead. Not like him, neither, real dead.

[stefanged]

[He's got nothing to say here, so he instinctively leans on Misty and wraps an arm around her. Come on, Mist...]

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan hadn't expected to hear that. To his credit, he doesn't display any shock or surprise, lest that is interpreted negatively. Instead, he replies quietly. ]

I am sorry.

[mistyday]

Me too.

[She didn't want to believe it when she first came, but she's always known the truth, deep down, that she wasn't strong enough to save herself, not this time around. Now seeing these fortunes has only added to her certainty that there is no going back. And as much as she celebrates the second chance she's been given, it still scares her every day that she could end up back in Hell again with no warning. She curls into Stefan, trying to stifle the crying, to no avail.]

[stefanged]

[Stefan's expression crumples as he wraps his other arm around her. He can't shield Misty from everything, no matter how much he wants to, and he sure has it better than she did. He knows that in the depths of his heart.

To Obi-Wan, he says:] Me three. We should've been honest sooner.

[beardstrokes]

You don't owe me any explanations.

[ This feels . . . awkward. Like he's encroached on a personal tragedy that Obi-Wan can't fully empathize with. For him, the fear of death doesn't compel him or haunt him. If anything, it remains a close, cold comfort. ]

[mistyday]

But you're our friend.

[Her words come out halted by tears and muffled by Stefan's shirt, but they should be clear enough.]

[stefanged]

You're important to us. You deserved an explanation.

[He finally tears his gaze away from Misty to peer at Obi-Wan, and his guilt (and shame) is as clear as day. Stefan doesn't fear death. Not when he's died so many times before. But he sure understands that pain, and honestly - he wishes he were still a part of the living.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He purses his lips. Obi-Wan doesn't doubt the sentiment and he appreciates it, but this was private. Personal. ]

[stefanged]

[It's only private and personal when the other party doesn't want him involved. Stefan pauses, tilting his head to see if the mistress of ceremonies'll return. He doesn't hear anything, so he'll go for the truth.]

I'll let Misty speak for herself, but uh - I'm a vampire. They're undead beings who feed off blood - animal, human, it makes no difference, and they're only created whenever a human dies with their blood. Until I came here, I hadn't met anyone that liked them.

[He gives Obi-Wan a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.] I'm sorry. I know I wasn't upfront and - that's on me. I didn't want you to leave.

[mistyday]

[Stefan's confession helps give her some strength and Misty's crying calms down some as a result. She sits up, sniffs, and wipes at her eyes with an impatient hand, waiting to see what Obi-Wan will say.]

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan's expression turns baffled before it relaxes. He's not particularly upset by the turn of events - though in a way, he underestimated himself. Obi-Wan never sees himself as valued. ]

Did you really believe I would do that?

[stefanged]

Kind of. [Stefan nods, wiping away at tears that threaten to spill over.]

I know vampires don't exist in your universe, but when most people find out? They take one look at me and that's it, that's the end of the road.

[mistyday]

[Misty's voice is quiet as she speaks.]

Most people don't trust people like us.

[beardstrokes]

And am I those people now?

[ Perhaps he is a little hurt - knowing them for so long and being kept in the dark. ]