scarsandeyes (scarsandeyes) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-04-14 21:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~sookie stackhouse |
Who: Sookie and Nigel
What: Nigel won't stand for self service
Where: The bakery
When: After their conversation here
Warnings: Swearing
Status: Closed
Nigel had settled into Stark Tower. He was still looking over his shoulder ever so often. It would take him time to truly believe that no one was after him. But no one on the island battered an eyelash at his presence. He really wasn't in Romania anymore. Was he even on earth anymore?
Nigel was a man who had learned to survive and adapt to his environment. There was still some things that he just couldn't believe but he had soon realised that there were many in his position. They too were often left confused by the events on the island. After a few days, Nigel took them as they came. He wasn't getting anywhere fast and he had been trapped in worse places before. Tortured in worse places before. Here he had freedom, food, and a roof over his head. Granted, Nigel didn't have the power he once did. No one knew him. But that would change, in time, he thought.
There was an element of shock and relief when his clothes and possessions arrived. And they had arrived exactly how he had left them that night in Bucharest. His wounds were still healing so he dressed slowly. He donned a pair of jeans, a dark shirt and a blazer over the top. Nigel made his way to the bakery. Sookie had saved his life. That was truth though he didn't like to think he couldn't have survived on his own. Either way, despite his crude nature, Nigel was respectful and had to thank Sookie in person. She was the only one he could trust on the island.
Nigel stepped inside and was immediately greeted by the scent of sweet buns. "Hello?"