Circe (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drivenmad) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-05-04 21:45:00 |
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Wednesday: September 5, 2007
Who: Circe and Giles
When: 7AM
Where: Circe's Cottage
What: Two people with two very different views on how to enjoy the rain.
The night had been strange, Circe had tossed and turned until she'd finally given up on sleep at 2AM. It was strange because she'd never had trouble sleeping through a thunderstorm before. In fact, she always had her best nights sleep when the skies were raging. But there were thoughts running through her head, feelings flooding her heart, and it was all so frustrating. So she'd managed to read two of her old books on Archaeological Sites of the World and at 6AM, despite the rain, she'd gone for a run. Running in the rain always felt good, and running away from what was left of civilisation was always a good idea. Besides, through the rain there was an odd smell coming from that direction. In fact it smelled bad from her front door so she'd escaped out the back.
Escaping was a good way to put it.
With her legs up against the open window, Circe relaxed in the warmth of her bath as she watched the rain continue to fall. It was all so beautiful, so perfect. It reminded her of her home. The number of times she'd pushed open her windows as a child and let the rain in, just so she could breathe in the freshness of it all. There was something beautiful about watching the rain fall in Wales. It had never been as nice after they'd left. It was still beautiful in Scotland, but it wasn't the same. Then, of course, rain was never a good thing at a dig. Finding her thoughts lingering on her family, she abruptly climbed out of the bath and grabbed her towel. The mirror, her greatest foe, drew her attention and she turned willingly. "I hate you, and I'm never going to stop hating you." She growled at the scars in her reflection.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she bent down and unplugged the bath. As she waited for it to drain she look out the window one last time. It took a moment before she noticed him and she couldn't help but scream, almost losing her towel completely as she jumped away from the window. "Oh my God!" She tightened her towel and turned back to the window, "what the hell are you doing?"
Who: Circe and Giles
When: 7AM
Where: Circe's Cottage
What: Two people with two very different views on how to enjoy the rain.
The night had been strange, Circe had tossed and turned until she'd finally given up on sleep at 2AM. It was strange because she'd never had trouble sleeping through a thunderstorm before. In fact, she always had her best nights sleep when the skies were raging. But there were thoughts running through her head, feelings flooding her heart, and it was all so frustrating. So she'd managed to read two of her old books on Archaeological Sites of the World and at 6AM, despite the rain, she'd gone for a run. Running in the rain always felt good, and running away from what was left of civilisation was always a good idea. Besides, through the rain there was an odd smell coming from that direction. In fact it smelled bad from her front door so she'd escaped out the back.
Escaping was a good way to put it.
With her legs up against the open window, Circe relaxed in the warmth of her bath as she watched the rain continue to fall. It was all so beautiful, so perfect. It reminded her of her home. The number of times she'd pushed open her windows as a child and let the rain in, just so she could breathe in the freshness of it all. There was something beautiful about watching the rain fall in Wales. It had never been as nice after they'd left. It was still beautiful in Scotland, but it wasn't the same. Then, of course, rain was never a good thing at a dig. Finding her thoughts lingering on her family, she abruptly climbed out of the bath and grabbed her towel. The mirror, her greatest foe, drew her attention and she turned willingly. "I hate you, and I'm never going to stop hating you." She growled at the scars in her reflection.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she bent down and unplugged the bath. As she waited for it to drain she look out the window one last time. It took a moment before she noticed him and she couldn't help but scream, almost losing her towel completely as she jumped away from the window. "Oh my God!" She tightened her towel and turned back to the window, "what the hell are you doing?"