|Mallory knows Stannis is made of (pureiron) wrote in doorslogs,|
@ 2012-07-23 11:40:00
|Entry tags:||plot: memories, stannis baratheon|
Who: Ian / Stannis
What: Memories Plot.
Where: LVPD headquarters.
Things to avoid: Nooothing.
Paperwork was normally an accepted part of his job, but today, it became the bane of his existence. He simply didn't have the attention span necessary to focus, and his concentration waned, circling back to Meredith, to how she was doing, to whether or not he should have remained home with her to ensure that she was alright. Yet there were other things that needed his attention; murders, new evidence, investigations which had been directed to him in the hopes that his tireless determination would bring results. Ian leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples with a sigh, glancing at the hours-old cup of coffee placed on the corner of his desk. He took an experimental sip and grimaced, rising from his seat to get a fresh cup. A momentary distraction, at least. He made it to the coffee machine before the dizziness hit, and he leaned against the table with a deep, careful inhale, shrugging off a concerned patrol officer who asked if he was alright. Yes, of course he was. He just needed a moment, that was all.