Capital R (lonely_perverse) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-07-24 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jackson london, character: rene grantaire, thread: complete |
Who: Grantaire and Jackson
Where: Bella's lakehouse, after this
When: Friday, July 24th, evening
Warning: Cursing, drunkenness; TBA
Status: Closed/in progress
R changed into his swim trunks and grabbed his towel and soap and shampoo (both of them floral and refreshing and something he refused to apologize for, thank you) and his stupid slightly-charred journal out of his bag, and, as a last thought, his hip flask and a small bottle of whiskey, bundled the loose items into his towel so he hopefully wouldn't drop anything, and headed down to the lake.
He chose a spot where the water wasn't too deep and the current wasn't too strong, in case Jackson was a little too far gone to be holding himself up, and cleared the area of anything sharp they could hurt themselves on. Then he sat down in the sand to wait, enjoying the scenery and the serenity. He should have brought his paints, or at the very least a sketchbook some colored pencils, anything to capture the way that the last remnants of the setting sun were coloring the tips of the trees red, like warriors in a battle, with the purple of night chasing them away. Returning to the city after this would not be easy in the slightest.