|Destiny is made of (otrava) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-02-08 00:16:00
|Entry tags:||*log, destiny sokol, si mayer|
rollerskating: si & destiny
Who: Destiny and Si.
What: A hang out involving some skates.
Warnings: None atm.
[Outside on the front stairs, she was haloed in the halogen-yellow of the main porch light. It was nuclear disco bright, giving a golden fuzz to the dusky line of trees. The woods were proving to have a whole new set of problems in the past few days, and Destiny watched their stillness with more distrust than curiosity. Se was feeling older than ever, which was scientifically accurate and all, but still, any valiant and naive need to go poking at the strange and unusual felt long behind her. She was beginning to understand why the witch always lived alone in the fairy tales, hidden away in caves or woods or towers. Destiny wasn't a natural shut-in and her inner party-girl had been drowning slowly since the last of the holiday hurrahs, but she hadn't extended a life saver until tonight when Si asked her out.
She was probably supposed to decline seeing as how she was technically the boss and all, but this line of work didn't come with so strict of guidelines, or any guidelines really. Destiny knew that the man had his issues, but they were totally normal, human, grown up problems from what she'd heard, and Destiny was honestly more than willing to welcome some normal stuff into her life. She hadn't felt next to normal in a long time, but these days were as close as she'd gotten. Her magic was stable, steadied on a diet of self care and meditation. She found that in being good to herself, her magic was content. Well, as content as a tiger in a cage could be. She kept her mind de-stressed and her body well-fed, and so far nothing and nobody were dying around her so Destiny took that as a good sign.
She intended to keep it that way. Roller skates and the possibility of cheese fries sounded like a good place to start. So she sat on the front steps of her trailer, waiting on him to show. She had on some gray sweater tights and black shorts on top, some slouchy boots and a green flannel buttoned up over a tongue-out Rolling Stones shirt. The trailers seemed quiet tonight, and Destiny sat by, idly messing with a strand of year-round twinkle lights that wrapped the rail of her stairs.]