𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝐼𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 (DigitalSiren x p r i s m)

[Bunny]

"Oh no, please don't do this," The rain and Sylvie's baby didn't get along. "I am going to be late," The words offered with a sweetness to the 1966 Malibu, as if it would care one way or another if she made it to her new job. "Please baby, it's only another few blocks... I think." The Malibu, at least her Malibu had gremlins that came out in the rain. Sylvie watched as the headlights flickered and she swore in French, her accent thickening. "Putain de merde. Toi morceau de merde" As if speaking to the car in French meant it wouldn't understand. As if her outburst spurred the car to life once more, the lights grew stronger and she made it another block before it began to have a tantrum all over again. "S'il te plaît, bébé .. non. Je suis désolé." Rather than anger, Sylvie was now wheedling with the car. She needed this job!

The sweetness seemed to matter not and her car died as a crack of thunder echoed through the world, the sound reverberating in her bones. "Yeah, sure. Why not thunder?" Sylvie's head fell to the steering wheel, the horn sounding for a second, like the bleating cry of a dying animal. Taking a slow calming breath, she closed her eyes. She wouldn't cry.. she wouldn't cry.. The mantra repeated until the tears prickling at her eyes vanished. She could do this. Groaning softly she looked outside the window. "Il pleut des cordes" The rain fell in heavy sheets, the wind causing it to fall sideways. Thrusting her door open Sylvie slipped from her car. She hadn't exactly planned to have to walk in the rain, or push her car... She had dressed cute, for her first bartending shift at Le Bon Temps Roule. She'd be lucky now to not look like a drowned rat in her daisy skirt and black crop top. Her black ankle boots splashed in the growing puddle and she bit bake a sigh. "Donne moi de la force"

Reaching in Sylvie put her car into neutral and began to push. As she pushed her car, struggling against the slick road, stubborn car, Sylvie contemplated how she had gone out of her way to leave early. How she had dressed super cute, with the hopes of nice tips... How she had managed to finally get her carmine hair into a messy half up half down style she liked. And then, the world had decided what she really needed was rain. There hadn't been rain in the forecast! Had Sylvie seen it, she might have taken the bus, knowing how much her car liked rain. She'd made it maybe a mile or two before she swore again and ducked into her car, fishing her phone from the passengers seat. She had forgotten to charge it, she knew that, but she hoped it wasn't dead or dying. Pressing her thumb to the screen, blackness greeted her. A sound of disgust left her and she tossed it back onto the seat. It figured, really it did.

Another mile and Sylvie almost cried as a mechanic's shop came into view. Carmichael Auto. The sign gave her a burst of energy and she was able push it the remaining way, her car sliding into the parking lot. Looking towards the friendly light glowing in the torrential downpour. "Dieu merci" Fighting the urge to slam her door shut, Sylvie couldn't resist kicking a tire on her way towards the door. In reality the satisfaction from the act was short lived, her foot stinging from the impact. She wouldn't let the car win though, pain or no. Pushing the door open, Sylvie heard the sweet chime of bells. The door closed behind her with another chime. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone. "Hello?" There was no answer, but over the rain hitting the building she could hear music. Fighting her curiosity, Sylvie waited for a few minutes before deciding to investigate.

The music came from behind a door, the sound of rain, music and tools heard as she leaned in closer. "Hello?" She didn't want to startle whoever it was. Pushing the door open she saw a truck and a pair of legs sticking from underneath. A smile curled on her lips, the music was louder in the room and whoever was hard at work was enjoying themselves. Sylvie could tell it was a man, a tall man at that... but beyond that? "Hello?" She gently nudged the foot closer to her, trying to get his attention. "Sorry to just barge in. No one was answering in the shop." The nudge had alerted him to her presence and he could likely hear her husky French accent. Little did Sylvie know that now that he knew she was there, he could likely hear her perfectly as well as smell her. She smelled like freshly picked juniper berries, pine needles and incense... Like a dark wood.

"My car broke down." Sylvie was indeed a sight to see in her wet clothing, her fiery locks plastered to her head. Shivering, she hugged herself, the bright colors of her Japanese inspired sleeves standing out against her golden sun kissed skin. "I was hoping you could help and I could borrow your phone?" A smile curled along her lips, bright glacial blue eyes watching the pair of legs. "If I am really lucky, you will have the number to Le Bon Temps." There was a hint of hope in her voice.

 

[Bunny]

The accent was rich and sweet and it melted something inside her. Sylvie offered a smile, stepping back to give him room. Sylvie didn't believe in love at first sight, lust though? Goddess he was handsome. The jacket was held out and she blushed, "Oh! Thank you." Taking it and slipping inside of it's warmth, she closed her eyes savoring the warmth for a moment. She knew the south was meant to be hospitable and it seemed to hold true. She'd been in New Orleans for a few days and everyone she had interacted with for any length of time had been kind hearted and sweet. A hand brushed at her wet hair and she bit back a sigh as he questioned her. "Oui, today was meant to be my first day." A brow lifted and she flashed him a smile, "Is that a problem?" She had heard his smirk and Sylvie was far from mad. Indeed, she felt almost playful and that playfulness was obvious in her tone. She needed something to brighten this dreary day. "I promise, I clean up better normally when mon gremlin doesn't throw a tantrum."

Nodding, she followed behind him deeper into the garage and into his office. Another smile was offered as she sat, legs tucked to one side, her ankles crossed. She sat like a princess, her back straight while she watched him. Leaning forward, she took the receiver from him, their fingers brushing. "Thanks," White teeth flashed, grateful. Holding the phone to her ear she smiled at the drawl of Nicky, his accent not the same as most of the state. He was from Texas she knew. "Hey Nicky," Laughing softly she nodded, though he couldn't see her. "Yeah, sorry. My car threw a fit trying to make it in," She fell silent smiling as he lectured her on her car. He had told her the first time they'd met it was a piece of shit. Sylvie had agreed then and did so again now. She didn't really have extra cash though to get a new one and as many issues as the Malibu had, it was her baby. Her eyes flickered to Landon and she smiled slightly, nodding. " Aurevoir à bientot"

Handing him the phone back, Sylvie's smile was a touch shyer. "Nicky said you'd give me a ride?" There was a clear question to that statement. She wasn't used to such generosity period, let alone to tell a complete stranger that they would do something. Shifting in her seat, her hands slipping into the pockets of the jacket. At least she had stopped shivering. "If it's an inconvenience though, I could call a cab." The lie wasn't intentional, but it was there nonetheless. She wouldn't call a cab, she'd walk through the storm to work. She didn't have any cash on her and a measly five bucks in her bank account. It wasn't like he'd know the lie for what it was, right? Sylvie didn't want to make him do something he didn't want to.

Her head angled to her right shoulder toward the wall as if she could see her car. "My car is out front," wincing slightly, she looked back to him, her face sheepish. "Sort of in the middle of your parking lot. I will move it, but would you mind me leaving it here till the rain stop and she stops throwing a fit?" Her blue eyes found his and she bit the inside of her cheek. She had no idea the war he was having with his beast, how could she? After a moment her eyes widened and she blushed brightly. A small hand pulled from the pocket and held to him, her nails painted a matte black with two daisies on her ring finger. "Oh, sorry, I am Sylvie by the way. Nicky said you're Landon?" Her smile flashed again, easy to smile was Sylvie. "Merci, for letting me use your phone, Landon." Her husky voice held the same smile on her lips. "And for the jacket."

 

[Bunny]

She could feel his eyes on her, though she couldn't figure out why. Normally, she might have assumed he was looking at her because she was looking particularly nice, yet she wasn't. Sylvie knew what she looked like at the moment and it wasn't exactly flattering. Her eyes shifted to him and she gave a shy smile to Landon. She had no way of knowing he could hear every word Nicky said, and she spoke to him for a few more minutes before handing the phone back.

His sweet southern draw made her want to melt and she blushed softly. "Oui. I will admit that I am still not used to southern hospitality." Her smile grew some at his response. "Let me buy your drink then? It is the least I can do if you're going to drive me and letting a complete stranger borrow your jacket." She hadn't lied out of a malicious intent and again she didn't know he could tell that little white lie for what it was. Would it have changed her lie? Nope. Sylvie was sweet and she had been honest about southern hospitality. It was new to her and she was used to trying to not put someone out or make them feel like they had no choice. It was just who she was, something that wasn't likely to fade just because she was in the south. She was used to depending on herself, her hard work. Leaning on others was just not in her playbook.

"Pleasure, Landon." Miss Sylvie, she liked that. If southerners didn't have a way about them that made the world seem to melt back to a romanticized time or southern belles and gentlemen. His hand engulfed hers and she felt the warmth of his skin. It didn't stand out to her, the reason simple.. Even in Landon's jacket, she was freezing. She normally ran cold too, which only added to the easy way that normal people brushed off the brush with shifters. A causal explanation. No one wanted to think their anything was a monster. Not that Sylvie was of such a mindset. No, she felt no ill will towards those with lycanthropy. Most couldn't help it and even if they could.. in her eyes it was just a part of them. Like hair color, sexuality. Things that no one should be judged for. Even still, she made the same excuses, her mind never jumping to the simplest answer. Landon still had her hand as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink.

His words shook her from her thoughts and she smiled again, "Alright, thank you so much" Sylvie said to his retreating back. A small frown played on her lips, even as her icy eyes watched him go, following him until he was out of view. "Mon dieu.. il est beau" Her words whispered, as he left the comfort of the garage to go tame her gremlin or beat it into submission... at this point Sylvie wouldn't have minded either. Her thoughts swirled back to the car in question. She loved it, truly... But her baby couldn't behave herself and Murphy's Law made sure that she acted up at the worst possible moment. Sylvie's mind moved back to the handsome southern gentleman currently pushing her baby into the garage. Biting her lower lip, she smiled slightly. Handsome indeed, if not a bit brusque and all the while, dripping honey from every word.

She hadn't moved, in his absence. Her lashes were half lowered when he entered. Her mind at some point slipped away from Landon, to worry about how she'd get home. How much fixing her baby would be and a multitude of other adult worries. Sylvie remembered when she'd been younger and adults seemed to have all the fun. Odd how that worked... How the things that adults did seemed so appealing until you had to do them yourself. Blinking, she turned to him, her mouth opening slightly. Lamb? The look of surprise left and her lips quirked to one side. "If I am the lamb, what are you? Big bad wolf or shepherd?" Her voice teasing as she rose. Hands smoothed her shirt and she paused for a moment. Her cheeks burned again, she'd almost asked him how she looked...

Clearing her throat she took a step towards him, still fighting the urge to ask the question. She could fix herself some once she got to work.. She could feel her hair starting to curl slightly as it dried. Her hair would never fully curl, but wave gently around her face and shoulders? Yeah. Sylvie liked her hair straighter normally, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter at the moment. Finally the desire to question him on how she looked won out. "On a scale of one to ten.. How do I look? Be honest, I can take it... Maybe." A smile toyed at the edges of her lips.