And Yvette goes and starts on laundry, then picks a quiet spot outside to sit and peer at her book. She closes her eyes and tries not to feel too anxious.
The book appears, shining from the darkness. She - could have sworn she remembered the front cover having some kind of symbol on it, but no such symbol is there that she can see. Only shifting and swirling star-filled blue. The edges of the pages are gilded with gold. Yvette had thought of maybe trying to draw the book, seeing if she could look it up somewhere that way, but its sheer lack of distinguishing marks makes it near impossible. 'I am looking for a starry blue book with gold edges'?
She stares at it for a little while, feeling like she is missing something. It gets really old, really quickly. Is it just going to sit there, stalking her? Can she - she can't see her hands, but it's as clear to her eyes as if it were in front of her. Maybe something will happen if she reaches out and touches it. Her hands brush against something and oh no did this actually work it seemed insane. But she continues on anyway, because look book she was on a motorcycle today, you have no power here. As soon as she has a firm grip on the book, she opens an eye.
There is the book. Definitely in her actual vision instead of hiding behind her eyelids. She wonders if only she can see it. This might have been a good use for Scott, but... Well. Bit late now, isn't it. She might be the only one seeing this, or she might not. If she had her cellphone, she'd take a picture and see if other people could see it, but - nope. But it's still worth studying, even if it's just in her head. Now, she can open it, and see if it unleashes an explosion or not.
It opens with a faint burst of light, and for half a second Yvette fears that she did unleash an explosion. But the light fades to something more manageable. The pages are black and almost seem to eat light, but the shining writing is perfectly visible. It - doesn't have words in it. It has twisting, glittering white symbols and swirling arcs and a thousand stars. If she saw it in another context, she'd think that it belonged to some master artist that was trying to make some kind of inscrutable statement. It would be worthy of lots of rich people wandering by and pretending to know what it meant, surely.
Unlike them, though - Yvette actually knows. She's not sure how, but she can tell that the swirl on the left side of the first page is a statement of introduction, and the twists that branch off of it say that this book is hers. And then the multi-circled design thing on the right is -
She slams the book shut and backs away.
What the hell. How the fuck can she read that. When did it shove the ability to read its insane swirly art gibberish in her head? When it dropped her into this insane werewolf world? ... When it reached and grabbed something-like-her-heart and twisted? What else is this book that promises to be hers planning to do to her? Because she knows how this goes, the mysterious magical artifact promises to belong to someone while twisting them into something they're not, and bam. Then you have Sauron. She does not want to be anything like Sauron. Even if she wants power to protect herself, to stop whatever weird werewolf drama's going on so badly she feels like she might scream.
She hesitates, then decides that she should not leave the eldritch book outside where anyone could get it, and tentatively picks it up to put inside. She'll get a sticky note or something. 'Do not touch, is probably evil.'
Sticky note goes onto the book, and then she goes to have herself a perfectly sensible freakout in the living room. There is no crying involved, thankfully, but there's a lot of fear and worry about what it wants from her. Then, because someone can only do that for so long, there is channel surfing to have some kind of noise that is not coming from her own head to distract her from the book. She finds something tasteful on the history channel. She moves the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer, then sits down and wonders if it'll screw her sleep schedule up even more if she napped...
The book is there, behind her eyes.
She sits up with a whimper, and goes to the kitchen where she left it. No book. Just the sticky note. She rips it up and throws it away, because she has to rip something up to make herself feel better, and she's not pissing off the eldritch book.
Is Scott or his mom coming home soon? Please? She is feeling very alone with the terrifying book, she would like someone to tell her that everything is going to be okay. She'd even take Stiles.
