Who: Dean and Eva Thomas
What: Eva drops by in the dead of night
Where: Dean’s flat, Plymouth
When: 17th September, 2002
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; narrative; complete
Notes: This makes sense to me, mmkay? And the character development comm has pretty layout so I’m spamming. Sorry. Plus, I’ve never played Dean and narratives are good for getting a grip on a character. Or something like that. 'Tis short.
The pounding on his door was loud and insistent, the sound of knuckles striking wood creeping into his dreams and forcing him awake. For a moment, Dean lay there, head pillowed against his arm and sleep still dancing at the corners of his brain. The knocking had temporarily ceased and suddenly he was positive he had imagined it. Twisting over, he buried his face in his pillow only for the knocking to instantly resume. Swearing under his breath, Dean forced himself up once more, feet swinging around and arms pushing himself up off the bed. Padding across the room, Dean lifted his wand from where it sat on the kitchen counter and opened the door, a yawn twisting his face.
“Wha’?” he asked, weariness etched on his face.
( ...and now I understand the problems you can see... )