Ella Claire Gainsborough {Beauty} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bookshelved) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
She scratched his head as he spoke, rubbed his nose; it was a instinctual thing, the touch, something soft and warm amidst all the death and destruction. "Will you wait here for me a moment? I need a broom and pan," she explained, even as she looked up at the wall, at what was growing there. Ivy, she realized, grown wild from the balcony ledge, underfoot, even into the gutters and up the roof. It was pretty, somehow, in its wildness, even though she wasn't sure she'd be able to explain it if she had to.
She reached out a hand to touch the greenery, and she smiled as the ivy lining the wall edged back, back, back, rolling down toward the balcony edge, as if it was a giant blanket of green moving away from them. She lowered her hand more, to the height of a hedge, and when the ivy reached it, she pulled her hand back, and she smiled at him.
"Better?" she asked with a smile.