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[shiftingdani]

[ Dani vaguely remembered touching Blaine´s and Kurt´s shoulder in an attempt to show her happiness about Blaine not having died. She had no idea how this had even happened, and what had gone on before they had gotten to the cave.

But part of her didn´t really want to know either.

She passed Matt on the way out, squeezing his hand as a sort of...almost automatic motion.

For a moment Dani had thought she was going home. But her room didn´t feel like home anymore. So she found herself in the next best place.

Sam´s room.

He was as...distraught as she was. Or maybe even more. Dani just...felt empty. There was an empty room she knew had once belonged to Mike Chang there, but she felt like the dead had been disturbed enough.

She somehow managed to wash most of the make up off her hands and face, not because she cared, but because she didn´t want to ruin Sam´s things.

She didn´t quite remember how she eventually ended up on the floor, but Fiyero was pushing his head against hers, as if to ask Need me? But she just shook her head, nodding at the bed inside.

So Fiyero climbed up to settle against, while Dani curled up on the floor.]

[shiftingdani]

[ Dani leans against the wall, still not quite having processed what happened. 

The Boulder´s gone. Dead and gone because this place couldn´t protect him. NYADA had never been safe, she knows as much. But right now? It´s probably the least safe place she´s ever been, and that´s saying something.

Sam´s somewhere, too, and all she wants to do is hold his hand and tell him that things are going to be alright. But she knows that´s not a promise she can make.

Glancing down at the bandages on her arms and legs Dani´s glad she can´t see her face right now.

Fiyero´s on her side, rubbing his face against her knee. He´s silent, but she wouldn´t want to talk anyway.

There´s a bag next to her, with all her important possessions. It´s been in her room for a long time, buried in the back of her closet, but this time Dani thinks that she might actually need it. ]

[shiftingdani]

[ Part of Dani wishes she could have hung the portrait, because the last thing she wanted when going to bed was the picture of Cooper Anderson on a white horse staring at her and Marley.

It would probably ruin the whole thing though, so that wasn´t an option. Especially not since it would mean redoing the whole thing.

“Oh hell no...” She whispered to herself as she finished the last few details before deciding to turn the whole thing around so it was facing the wall.

“I´m giving this to Lauren as soon as it´s dry...” ]

[shiftingdani]

[ She glances down at the drawing in her hand. It´s the flash of a memory, a counter and the self made tip glass by the registry. The white chairs by the window and the golden letters spelling out the name on the glass front for everyone to see.

It´s french songs on the radio that she can now actually understand.

The smell of coffee wavers through the air.

And is promptly replaced by the smell of something burning.

Dani holds the lighter to the drawing and watches as it´s consumed by the flames before letting the rest drop into the metal bowl in front of her.

No. She thinks. No. ]

[shiftingdani]

[ She tries not to think about how this has happened to them again. Can´t they EVER catch a break? Just be happy? Sighing she pushes the thought aside and glances down at the notepad in which she´d been drawing her missing friends´ faces.

She´s kept Marley´s for last, because she knows her vision is already blurring before she´s even drawn so much as an eye. Marley´s smiling up at her and she feels like her heart is breaking into a million pieces.

Please be okay. She thinks as she adds the pictures to posts in various forums, asking whether or not someone has seen these people.

Maybe they´re okay. Maybe they´re save and just trying to get home. Maybe someone´s seen them.

She hits post and waits for someone to answer. ]

[shiftingdani]

[ Dani, with her arms crossed, glances down at the sword on her bed. It´s still quite a bit surreal to her. Not only having impressed St.Pierre, but also getting to wield a weapon now.

“If he approves,” she rolls her eyes at her own words, shaking her head. 

If she hadn´t been feeling every single muscle in her body she wouldn´t quite believe that this has been a thing that´s actually happened.

She reaches out to run her hand across the sheath, feeling the cold against her comparatively warm fingertips. It´s a start, isn´t it?

It´s not her powers. But it´s a way to defend herself and her friends. And Marley. And if she impresses him enough maybe he´d let her use it on her own accords. Because somehow Dani doubts that the monsters will always wait until teachers are present to attack... ]

[shiftingdani]

[ This really isn´t the best time to be going to class. Fucked up things were happening left and right and yet people still insisted they´d go about theirs days just like nothing had happened.

Dani sighs as she grabs her bag and stuffs her notes inside. She´ll still make it on time if she leaves now, even if everything inside her is screaming to just make a run for it. It´s not a feeling she´s had in a while and it´s a little…unsettling. She doesn´t really want to leave anyone behind. She´s come to care for these people and she´s not fighting this fight alone.

Not anymore.

And yet…

She sighs once more, swings the bag over her shoulder and moves towards the door, catching a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She stops dead in her tracks.

“What…?”

Dani´s sure she´s opted for the blonde, shoulder length hair today. And the blue jeans with a white shirt.

But the glimpse of the reflections that seems to be staring back at her from the mirror doesn´t look like that at all.

Long, pink hair. Boots with black pants and her favorite leather jacket.

A grin.

Dani blinks and feels her heart miss a beat.

When she catches her reflection in the mirror again she´s the same she´s been before. She lifts her hand, touching her face and slowly wrapping a hand around a blond streak of her hair.

“Maybe I`m going insane…” she whispers as she shakes her head and heads for the door. ]