street walking (open)

[Lysander Davenport]

Mystic Falls only had two things that Lysander had actually fallen in love with. The first, was Benjamin. While he had thought that he could never find affection for something in this crummy little town, he had in the form of the shy bookseller. The second thing that made him happy was the sounds of nature. As a warlock, Lysander had a natural connection to nature. He could hear it whispering, growing. The sound of life is a cadence, a symphony. Not the harsh cacophony of city life that he was used to hearing in the congested streets of Paris.

In Paris, there had been too many street thugs for Lysander to wander down the street at night as he was doing now. Concrete was beneath his feet, since he had decided it would be safer to walk down on the sidewalk.

The black asphalt glowed, dimly lit by the streetlamps on either side of the street that flickered lazily like fireflies dancing in the night sky.
Although he had been forced out here, Lysander had begun to realize that perhaps it was for the best. He had found someone to go out on dates with,(since Benjamin was not officially his boyfriend, but not merely a friend either) and here he could hear nature buzzing, even if he was on an empty street in the middle of the night.

However, his powers were not as strong as the powers of the Bennett witch. He could not sense the danger in the air, that stronger witches would be able to feel crackling like electricity around them. He had no idea of the truth about his boyfriend, or the fanged creatures who walked the streets and shifted into monstrous shapes on the full moon. Yes, he was happy here, walking down the street next to the Mystic Grill in the dead of night, but he was also naive.

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