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Your muse’s name: SavvyYour muse’s picture:
Your muse’s ringtone: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi LauperMy muse’s last text to yours:[text] I just want you to know that you have always been an honorary bro, even though your name is Savannah[text] You will always fall under the brocode even though you’re not an official bro like you’re a lot prettier than all the others[text] Also I totally promised facials, so I’m up for those whenever you’re free xo
“That’s what they call me,” Savannah confirmed, watching as the man across from her put the pieces together. It was times like these that she remembered no matter how many supernatural species existed around her, even they would see what she had become as something separate from them. She knew it wasn’t his intention - most of the time people couldn’t help it. She could tell by how briefly he lingered on that topic of discussion that he wouldn’t be one to pry. As the conversation shifted to the loss of his wife, Savannah felt herself sobering up significantly. Loss was something she understood, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever been close to someone like that. Knowing and trusting someone enough to plan your entire life with and around them wasn’t something she’d experienced - the closest thing she had to that was her daughter. “Things don’t ever seem to go as planned,” she agreed softly. “I’m sorry for your loss, though. I can’t imagine.”
“Hey!” Savannah exclaimed, using her free arm to hit Dash playfully on the shoulder. “I might’ve given her incredibly unhealthy eating habits, but at least I can’t take the blame for her big ears,” she retorted, and she let out a laugh that sounded so carefree that she couldn’t believe it had come from her. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. They’re not that big.” She gave him a quick thanks as he held the door open for them, following the waitress to their table after a short wait. Savannah considered Dash’s question carefully, taking the time to get Valarie safely settled into her seat at their table before responding. There hadn’t been much about the holidays with her family that Savannah would ever want her daughter to experience, but it hadn’t all been bad. While her parents and two oldest brothers had been even more strict and proper than Savannah would tend to be, she wasn’t the only member of her family with a rebellious streak. “Lance used to sneak gingerbread house kits into the house,” she told him, the smile that crossed her features at the memory reminiscent of the expression she’d make when her brother surprised her with the gingerbread house. “Late at night, just me and him, from the time he was old enough to have allowance money up until - well, you know.” She pushed away the more painful memories of her brother as best as she could, knowing after years had passed that it helped more to linger on the good times. “We’d make the whole thing together and make just the worst mess doing so, and trying to remember to be quiet so no one would catch us. And when we were done, he’d use his telekinesis to clean everything up. That was always my favorite part - the magic, I mean. He always had a way of making it look more fun than I ever did. I don’t know. I’m not suggesting we wake Val up in the middle of the night, but I’d like to build a gingerbread house with her. Keep the tradition alive in some way, I suppose.”
“This town could use a little more consistency,” Savannah countered, although she couldn’t deny that his words rang true. The town that Hollow Grove had become recently wasn’t the town that she remembered from her youth - then again, she wasn’t the girl she remembered either lately. It was a fact that continued to eat away at her inside and while she knew well enough to know it wasn’t a feeling Lukas shared, she knew it was a feeling he would recognize. She doubted it was possible to be alive for as long as he had been without experiencing every range of emotion in its entirety. Now that she was immortal, it was a concern she spent a great deal of time thinking about. Who would she be in the next fifty years? The next hundred?
She nodded in agreement at his suggestion, her lips pursed as she thought. “I could always use the time to work on my tan,” she agreed with a smirk of her own, only to find herself rolling her eyes at his next words. “Lukas Blackwell, there’s hardly a statement on this earth made against you that you wouldn’t find a way to twist into a compliment.” Although she wasn’t sure why she ever expected another response from him, his dedication to secrecy frustrated Savannah. In a way, she remained just as curious about him as he was about her. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not one to gossip. IF you feel so strongly that you need assistance in convincing the rest of the town that you’re invincible, you might have to look elsewhere. And come on, now - you really think I go to Purgatory with the intention of paying for my own drinks?”
If Savannah appreciated anything about the original before her, it was his ability to keep up with her. As dark as many of her thoughts had become after being turned into a hybrid were, she couldn’t deny that there was still a part of her that found their banter to be true lighthearted fun. Fun - that wasn’t something Savannah had been able to easily find these days. It seemed like every move she made had to be monitored, whether it was monitored by those around her or by herself. Even with her family, no especially with her family. There wasn’t a moment of the day that Savannah wasn’t aware of her newfound strength more than how aware she was of it around Valarie. That was why she was here after all. She hoped that finding an outlet for her new short temper would make being around her daughter feel less like walking on eggshells. While Nik wasn’t someone she’d trust with much, she knew his story well enough to know that if anyone had experience handling pent up anger, it was him.
“Make no mistake, I do like the coffee here.” Savannah insisted, picking up her cup as if to emphasize the point. “I’ll try to make this last twenty minutes, but once I run out it might really look like you’ve got the stalker you always dreamed of,” her words and the wink that accompanied them were teasing, one last attempt to lighten the mood before bombarding him with questions. With that, she turned away from the counter and found a corner of the shop to settle down in, hoping her nerves would be calmed by the time his shift ended.
“Please, Jax. I look exactly the same,” Savannah laughed, brushing off the compliment as she knew she’d never age a day again. It had been ages since she’d seen him, though - a thought she lingered on as she stood once more to turn his one-armed greeting into a full blown hug. She held on a moment longer before finding her way to her seat again. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been alright. Val’s.... beautiful, as I’m sure Dash has told you already. He’s really the one to ask about her these days, but I think the three of us are getting back to a good place.”
“You understand them better than I do nowadays,” Savannah replied with a bittersweet smile, still reeling from the impact losing her magic had had on her. When she was a witch, she felt connected to every flower in the shop as if they were an extended part of her being - now they simply felt like plants. “I couldn’t do it without you, really.”
While Savannah had run away from town with the intention of never looking back after being turned into a hybrid, she couldn’t help but wonder what it must’ve been like for Cassie to go through the same transformation. She hadn’t been there to see it, after all. She wondered sometimes if it would’ve been easier on both of them if she’d stayed in town - if they’d been able to go through it together. She tried to push the thought out of her mind, figuring it was too late to do anything about it now. Regretting the way she’d handled things wouldn’t help anyone. “You’re sweet,” a faint smile played on the edge of her lips at Cassie’s encouragement. “I’m not sure it feels like more than dealing, though. Just the fact that being in public is such a big deal only reminds me of how bad things used to be. When I was a witch, this would’ve been nothing and now it’s everything. Not sure I’ll get used to that any time soon.”
It was a relief to see the other hybrid relax into her chair, even if their topic of conversation remained tense. Savannah knew better than anyone that simply opening up and talking about what they’d been through would help Cassie more than anything. Although everyone that night had faced their worst fears, it was almost a comfort to know that at least one person had felt the exact same way she did. Even if it had been a nightmare. “Trust me, in some ways being halfway across the world was no different than being locked away in your room. It took a long time for me to realize it, but the problems I had left behind weren’t any different here than they were in New York, or Thailand, or wherever. The things that haunted me the most were the things I could never outrun. That’s why I came home,” Savannah explained. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider it after the fog. I just couldn’t put Dash and Valarie through that again. No matter how scared I get or how bad I want to leave - I’ve already messed up enough for them.”
“Something makes me think you’ll get another white christmas this year. You seem like the type of girl to get what she wants,” Savannah teased.
Just when she thought he’d surprised her enough, his offer to join the two of them for food surprised her yet again. Being home in Hollow Grove instead of being out there on the run had been an adjustment, but at least when it came to these two it tended to be a happy one. While her comment about them making a persuasive team had been a joke, Savannah couldn’t deny that it was the truth. Between Dash’s brown puppy dog eyes and Valarie’s overall cuteness, how could she refuse anything they asked of her?
“That sounds really nice, actually,” Savannah found herself accepting the offer she once would’ve been too afraid to agree to. In her mind, for so long now, spending more time with Valarie only meant more time within which something terrible could happen to her. Her powers were so new and unknown, and Val was so precious and fragile, that Savannah didn’t trust herself with them. Yet standing here, with Dash’s trust in her stronger than the trust she had in herself, she wanted to try. “It might not be the most fancy meal, but I can’t say it’s not one of my favorites, too,” Savannah spoke with her eyes on Valarie now, her soft tone reserved solely for her daughter. “We can have an unsophisticated taste palate together. God knows it was the bane of my own mother’s existence when I was little. All I ever wanted to eat was mac n cheese or mashed potatoes.”
The comfort Callie’s support gave Savannah was just as strong as it had been the first week without her brother. Sure, in those days Savannah had been a witch, and her empathy powers had allowed her to feel Callie’s emotions ten times over, but the sympathy the redhead provided remained the same. And Savannah continued to love her for it.
“Oh, and just crash every Hastings family gathering for the rest of time?” Savannah asked incredulously, still finding it hard to get used to the fact that Valarie meant they were family. She wasn’t sure she’d ever shake the feeling of intruding every time they welcomed her in - it’d take years to get used to, at the very least, but so far none of the Hastings showed any sign of relenting their somewhat aggressive support. It was incredibly different from the way Savannah’s family had functioned, and in some ways Callie felt more like family to her than her own ever did. “I would love more time with Valarie,” Savannah insisted, her cheeks turning red at the suggestion behind the expression on her best friend’s face. “And yeah, I heard.” She didn’t know quite how to navigate the topic of Stefan with Callie. While she’d been friends with both of them growing up, she knew well enough that their relationship nowadays was complicated to say the least. “How do you feel about it? Have you seen him?”
“Nope, I gave crazy Larry the morning off,” Savannah was quick to tease him in return, finding that her words fell from her lips much easily when the conversation lacked the dark, broody undertone that had taken over so many of her conversations these days. It was a faint reminder of the person she’d been before - the witch she had been after her parents disowned her but before she’d become a hybrid. It still seemed almost unfair to Savannah that she didn’t get to enjoy being that person for very long. She wasn’t sure she’d ever find that sense of freedom and independence again, at least not the kind that came along with being who she wanted to be. What Savannah would never admit out loud to anyone was that the one thing she wanted to be most in the world was a witch. It seemed both pointless and disheartening to admit it - everyone knew she’d never be that again.
“Oh I’m sure you’d enjoy that,” she rolled her eyes at his suggestion of her camping out in the coffee shop to keep an eye on him. “But don’t flatter yourself, Nik. Everyone knows you’re pretty, but a stalker? That would require a commitment to you that I definitely lack.” She fought the urge to take a step back as he leaned closer to the counter, trying to muster up the courage to remember why she’d really came. She knew he was trying to figure it out himself as he studied her, yet she couldn’t decide whether or not he was at a loss to figure out her motivations. Her eyes held his with a steely resolve as she spoke, her voice lowering almost instinctively as she spoke. “As much as we both know I love the coffee... you’re right. I’m here because I have questions. And while I’m not entirely convinced you’re the best person to ask them to, I’m here.”
The feeling Dash’s compliment gave Savannah was second only to the feeling of Valarie in her arms. They might not be the most typical or tight-knit family, but standing there Savannah understood the draw of it all. After being turned into a hybrid, she thought the one thing she wanted most in the world was to have the approval of her parents again. But now, after everything she put Dash through, she knew with certainty that his approval mattered most to her. No matter how many times he reassured her, Savannah knew she’d never feel quite deserving of being Val’s mother. Not after everything she put them through when she’d ran away from Hollow Grove.
Regardless of whether she felt she deserved them or not, his words brought a soft blush to her cheeks and a smile to her face. “Please. Anyone would look good with this little cutie on their hip,” she remarked, absentmindedly running her hand through Valarie’s hair. It had been a long time since she trusted herself to be this close to her daughter - now she never wanted to let go. “No, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be. You make a very persuasive team, Dash and Valarie Hastings. I didn’t stand a chance, did I?”
“I’m Savannah,” she offered with a small smile of her own. Inviting a complete stranger into her home wasn’t something Savannah would’ve done in the past, but since she became a hybrid she didn’t fear the unknown so much. “I’ve started to figure out that the family we find is better than the one we’re born with.”
“Mad at you for working too much? Never,” Savannah said incredulously. In truth, she wasn’t sure the flower shop would still be open without all of Lucy’s help. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Savannah hadn’t been around much these days. “Trust me, meddle as much as you want. The flowers will thank you for it.”
“Of course you are. I had you spotted a mile away,” Savannah offered the brunette a playful wink in return. “At least one of us has managed to maintain a sense of holiday cheer this winter.”
“What, you didn’t see me doing laps around town square earlier?” Savannah replied with a teasing grin, knowing fully well she hadn’t been doing much that day besides leaving the dark confines of her apartment in seek of caffeine every couple of hours. She never paid much mind to the fact that Dominik had, seemingly out of the blue, decided to take up a job at the coffee shop. She’d heard the vague details of the time he had spent captured by the Clave, and could only imagine what he’d been through. How it had to have changed him. However, as someone who had gone through quite the transformation this year herself, she figured she wasn’t in the best place to start coaxing answers out of him. He might just turn around and try to ask some himself, and Savannah couldn’t have that. More often than not, when people asked questions about what she’d gone through, she found herself lacking the answers.
“Come on. Can’t I be seriously bored and also enjoy keeping you company? Honestly, Greyson. You act as if I’m incapable of multitasking,” she tried to keep the banter between the two of them light, but her motivations were unclear even to her. Was she afraid he’d ask her questions impossible to answer, or was she afraid that she’d be the one doing the asking? She was never quite sure. Although he wasn’t exactly the Greyson she’d trust taking her questions to the most, he was the one that intrigued her.
