Adam Conant is the soft spoken witch (softspokenwitch) wrote in starling_city, @ 2013-12-03 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | diana meade (purewitch) |
Who: Adam Conant and Diana Meade
What: Stalking her Rebuilding friendships
Where: Hotel Bar
When: December 3rd, Mid afternoon (yes Adam is Day Drinking)
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed, ongoing
Adam had been watching her. Nothing overt or creeptastic, but he found his eyes drawn to Diana every time they were near-by. It wasn't anything new. He walked into a room, he looked for her, he looked for Cassie, he found the rest of the circle, then he took in everything else. He had done it since he was four and first really understood that bad things could happen to people. Though, back then, he had less people to check on.
And since here, he only had her and Faye to watch over...he watched her.
Adam stared at the amber liquid in his glass for a long moment, long, slender fingers wrapping around the cut crystal, lifting the glass, watching the cubes happily clink together in the liquid for a moment before he threw the contents back into his mouth and throat, wincing at the burn.
He knew he shouldn't be here, drinking in the middle of the day, the resemblance to his father rolling around in his brain, but after everything...he needed the drink. Raising two fingers for another, he looked up as a plate of food slid across the bar, nodding his thanks to the waitress. He reached out, grabbing a fry, absently stabbing it into the blob of sauce as his eyes drifted, once more landing on Diana, watching her as she chatted with someone else.
She looked...good. And that made him content, deep inside his chest, a small smile crossing his lips.