Wynter rolled over, expecting to feel her wife's naked body sprawled out next to hers. With the summer months hanging over Salem, Wynter had to sleep in later to avoid the sunlight. That meant less time with her human friends. She wouldn't be able to leave her home until around nine in the evening, and most of them had curfews. It was strange to think about anyone having to be home at a particular time, probably since her own parents gave up on caring about her. They found out about Alannah and that she was a vampire and told her to forget that she ever came from them. Not that it mattered too much to her. The way she saw it, it was their loss. They would never get to know the best wife in the world, and they would never be able to see how happy their youngest child was with her. Wyn picked her head off her pillow and scanned around the dark room for the lithe figure of her wife, and only saw a note on the side table. Alannah explained that she had to go to her flat in Paris for the night, something about her maker coming to town and she had to entertain him. A growl tore at Wynter's throat even thinking about Kol going anywhere near Alannah without Wynter there, but she had to accept that the bond between them was something that no one could change.

The younger vampire sat up and rubbed her eyes properly, yawning into her hand to try to get the exhaustion from her body. Rather than wallow over Alannah not being there, Wynter unplugged her cellphone from it's charger and sent out a message to Darcy. The two had become close since Maddie left the school and Damian's suicide. Darcy saw that Wynter needed some friends, and Wynter was not in the position to turn away anyone who wanted to be nice to her. Pressing the proper buttons, Wynter was able to send out a message to Darcy asking if she wanted to spend the night hanging out with Wynter.

While she waited for a response, Wynter pulled on her underwear and shrugged off putting anything else on and walked into her kitchen, searching for one of those blood bags that Alannah and Wynter stole from the blood bank a few weeks prior. While they usually fed from each other, it was nice to have something available for times like that. Using her sharpened teeth to tear open the plastic bag and poured it into her favorite black mug that read 'Fuck You' along the side. After a few seconds in the microwave, the blood was a perfect body temperature. Wynter checked her phone, curious if Darcy would just come through the fireplace.

Probably if she knew Darcy.

Wynter took a sip from the warm mug and pulled on a tshirt from the floor. Probably something that Alannah tore off, judging by the slight rip in the chest. She shrugged, not caring what a straight girl thought and sat down on her couch with her mug, and the television on.

[tag: @darcy]