Someone New || Eve & Adrian (closed)
Ever since seeing Dean, Eve had been rather nostalgic. Sure, the nostalgia was going to kill her slowly inside; but she couldn't help it. Since being turned, she'd done everything in her power not to spare one second to think of her human life. But after seeing Dean, it had torn open the door that she'd kept locked so tight. And with the memories of Dean, so had come the memories of Adrian. If it was possible, the memories of Adrian hurt more than Dean. How was it that as a human she'd chosen two men who'd ended up leaving her?
She did her best not to think about things like that, and lingered only on the good memories. If she was going to have to face this nostalgia, then by the gods, she was going to think of the good things. And it was these memories that had brought her to the town square.
Eve sat on a bench in the lush, green town square. She could smell every flower here, hear the rustling of every leaf on the trees that created a canopy of shade. Not that it was needed; night had fallen, which meant the old time street lamps (which still held lanterns instead of the modern lightbulb, which brought Eve quite a lot of joy) had come to life, casting an intimate lighting on the square. She suddenly wished Luke were here. He would have looked divine in this lighting; though she thought he looked divine any time.
She exhaled a breath and leaned back in the bench. Her long, lean legs crossed, causing the fabric of her long dress to shuffle and cascade around the new formation of her legs, leaving just a hint of her cobalt blue heels showing beneath the black, translucent fabric of her dress. A hand came up to comb her long, brunette locks over her to one side of her shoulder, her green eyes scanning around her.
And then, she was shocked again. For the second time in nearly weeks, she saw someone she thought she'd never see again. The man she was thinking of mere moments ago.
Eve shot up to her feet and whispered his name. The wind must have caught and fluttered the syllables over to him, for almost as soon as the last sound of his name had left her lips, he turned to look at her. She could see he was just as shocked as she was to see him. Had they both thought they were long gone? Just as she and Dean had?
Eve rushed forward towards him, and he did the same. But once they were about ten feet from one another, she stopped and gazed at him. They were both staring at each other as if they were mirages about to disappear into the wind. The wind rustled her hair as they gazed at each other, and finally, Eve stepped forward and placed her hand to his face.
When her hand touched his skin and he didn't disappear, she realized this wasn't a figment of her imagination. He was real, he was here. "Adrian," she gasped, her eyes full of awe and wonder as she gazed up at him. How could this be? After all this time, he was still alive. Her savior from childhood, her first love that she'd written off as simply a childhood delusion. "I thought..." she said softly, but couldn't finish the sentence. Her fingers trailed down his jaw, and then she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheek pressing to his, "Oh, Adrian..."