The events here take place once Hanna has escaped from Connor’s possession and has reunited with her family. They have reestablished Safe Haven 2.0 in a new location and are trying to rebuild what they have lost.
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The creaky old fire escape groaned and protested under the weight of Hannas body as she ascended up the side of the building. It squeaked loudly but she knew it was safe to climb because she had climbed it a hundred times before – every morning for five years before she had been taken from her home, and every morning for the past two months since her return.
Using the railing she pulled herself up over the edge and the warm morning sunlight hit her face, turning her hair golden and warming her body and soul. A warm salty breeze that had been previously blocked by the building, hit her softly and played with her short hair.
The feeling was amazing, and she smiled as she stepped up onto the buildings brick ledge. She hopped down onto the gravel rooftop with a smile and took in the beautiful skyline; shiny buildings in front of a pink purple and red sky. An absolutely stunning and breathtaking sight and she was more than grateful to have it and such wonderful weather.
In the silence of the morning city the stones of the rooftop crunched loudly under her converse as she crossed the roof and took a seat on the farthest ledge. Right next to a small grey female cat that was perched on the ledge. It meowed eagerly when Hanna sat down next to it and rubbed its head against her leg and her body against her side.
Hanna chuckled. “Well good morning to you too cat.” She greeted friendly. Hanna gave the cat a little scratch behind its ears, which the cat thoroughly enjoyed, before pulling off her backpack and setting it down behind her.
Immediately the cat jumped down to inspect it.
“Yes yes yes, you know theres something in there for you.” Hanna laughed. “Would I ever come up here and not bring something for you?” she asked rhetorically because she was talking to a cat.
The cat looked up at her expectantly and rubbed its body against the bag.
Hanna smirked again and gently pushed the cat aside so she could get into it. She pulled two muffins out of the backpack, one blueberry and one chocolate, and unwrapped the blueberry muffin for her feline friend, before setting it down on the flat stone ledge of building. The cat jumped up and immediately started eating the muffin, biting at the edges like a human would. Hanna had once found it strange that the cat loved muffins so much and at like this, but eventually disregarded the strange behavior. She was a street cat after all. She was probably just hungry.
“My my my.” said Hanna as she watched the cat and started picking at her own muffin, “Someone is certainly hungry today.”
The cat looked up at Hanna with her green eyes, meeting her gaze with her typical intense human like eye contact, before turning her attention back to the muffin.
The first day Hanna came to this spot, the first morning she was back at Safe Haven, Hanna found this little curious cat sitting in her spot. It looked at her with upmost surprise, as if to ask her ‘what the heck are you doing here?’, but to Hanna’s surprise, she didn’t run away and hide when Hanna approached her. Nor did she run when Hanna took a seat next to her.
The morning after, Hannas second morning of being back at Safe Haven, the cat was there again. That time however, it didn’t look at her with nearly as much surprise, but with almost a degree of pleased expectancy.
Every day, except for Fridays, the cat joined Hanna on the roof, and eventually Hanna had started bringing her food. But only human food for the cat never cared for cat food, let it be dry or wet. The first time Hanna tried to feed her such food the cat straight up got up and left, almost as if it was offended.
But despite being offended however, it came back the next day, and was more than pleased when Hanna presented it with a muffin. “Such a picky little cat.” Hanna had teased after discovering that.
Hanna had grown to enjoy her curious little grey friend, and the cat seemed to enjoy her presence as well. Why wouldn’t it? It was a cat who got scratches and free food. Of course it would enjoy her presence.
Hanna stared swinging her legs over the ledge of the building to a beat of a song that hand been stuck in her head, humming softly to herself as she did so, while also eating. Occasionally she would sing to the cat and sometimes, Hanna would find it sitting there with its green eyes closed, listening to the sounds she produced and even, possibly, enjoying her singing.
Once Hanna was finished with her muffin and the cat had eaten almost a third of hers, the two sat and stared out over the city before them. Sometime the cat would curl up next to Hanna and take a quick cat nap, and other times it would join Hanna in a deep contemplation as it sat silently next to her and stared out over the city.
Today the cat had chosen neither. Instead it curled up on Hannas lap and stared out over the city. Choosing to listen and receive slow pets as Hanna talked to it. Hanna didn’t talk about anything in particular and somedays she would straight up bitch about the strange and annoying particulars of her life, but the cat always seemed interested. And the best thing was, it never told her that her thoughts and feelings were invalid. It just . . . listened.
After about an hour of petting the cats soft fur and talking to the cat Hanna sighed, before scooping it up in her arms and giving it a quick good by hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked the cat as she set her back down on the ledge.
The cat stretched lazily and started grooming herself absent mindedly, not regarding her in the slightest.
Hanna only smirked. “Okay then.” The Omega grabbed her backpack off of the ground and swung it over her shoulder and turned to leave. She walked back to the ladder that she had climbed up and once she got to it, she looked back over to the small creature, to find it staring at her and waiting patiently for her to leave.
It always did that. It always watched her as she walked away.
Hanna offered the cat a smile and an easy wave before descending down the latter with the same amount of noise as before.
The cat remained where it was, listening to Hanna until it didn’t hear the ladder shift and squeak under her weight, and watched the young woman as she made her way down the street.
Only when the cat was sure Hanna wouldn’t look back over her shoulder, did the cat jump onto the rooftop and transform back into her human form.
In a mere few seconds the grey cat transformed herself into a young skinny African American girl with grey hair. She was dressed in a green tank top and cargo pants, and she stood up tall and stretched her arms behind her back, before sitting down on the ledge just as Hanna had several moments before. She scooped up the rest of her muffin and bobbed her head and swung her legs to the song Hanna had hummed and sung to her, as she finished it off happily.
Stay tuned bc i think i have most of it figured out & just need to set up a separate blog and make all the application stuff etc. (probably will have it all figured out and ready to go in december?)
in the meantime, it’d be great if you could vote HERE about what kind of zine sounds most interesting!
Someone pleeeeeaaaaaseeeeee help me order this (it’s the first thing on this linked list!!) fabric raised garden bed for my roof garden!!! It would help me grow sooo much more food and get one step closer to self-sustainability.
LITERALLY FOUND A SONG JUST FOR HER LAST NIGHT YOU'RE IN LUCK!!!!
AlicebanD — Home
the swing melody... the "And fake sounds and plastic feelings / Freckles and skins all peeling / Soon comes the night when I go home", "sitting up, singing hymns / So I will lay the table but I will not sing / I will not sing", "Cause I'm always singing the same old song / I'm always breaking the same old heart / That I carry around in this soulless cart" ... omgggggg
Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.
i got a 99 on my katakana quiz (third 99 out of four quizzes) :D
and i got a 94 on my test in theatre and the teacher hands them back before class and says something like good job or nice work to the people that did well because everyone is paying attention waiting for their name to be called so like everyone knows if you did especially well and he said "nice job" to me and yay this is a good feeling
