theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-09 13:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | anole, evermore |
Who: Anole, OTA
When: Tuesday early evening
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Anole is back from his little vacation and back at work
Vic was surprised by just how much he had missed the scent of coffee. Being back on the island was both a relief and a bit of a let-down. Being free had been such a rush, hiding out and dodging looks, it had been terrifying and somehow addicting at the same moment. All that was a distant dream now, the scuffle which had brought him back to Revolve left his body aching and his left eye a swollen purple/brown mess. It was healing well enough, the swelling was mostly gone now and the torn scales had healed up other than the discoloration.
Fortunately, cuts, bruises and even broken bones were entirely common on Revolve, so the injury did not attract too much attention. He was still happy to be back at work, it gave his mind a distraction. He had honestly felt like he had been in a fairy tale, and he was very sure Mason was tired of hearing him ramble on and on about the things he had only seen in movies. Things like... Walmarts, cars, dogs being walked on leashes, these were all mythological things to his mind. Revolve was familiar, and there was a true comfort in the familiar, but he still could not shake the wonder of being 'free.'
He sighed as he wiped down the foamer machine, turning to grind some fresh beans so he would be sure to have plenty on hand if they had a rush. He glanced around, feeling a bit worn down, so he decided to make himself an iced espresso to give himself a little boost. That should get him through the rest of the shift, and maybe even give him enough of a crash to let him sleep without babbling on to Mason about their little adventure again. His eyes fell closed as he slowly inhaled the scent of brewing coffee, the familiar, warm scent helping him relax.