Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wickedwicker) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
It was still surreal to think that they had actually gone time traveling. Somehow, Joanie had been convincing herself that this was just some kind of elaborate set-up. Like in the middle of the night, interior decorators had crept into Bellum and turned the place into a perfect model of 1917 Russia, complete with actors and fake weather. It was ridiculous, but it managed to keep her brain from shattering at the idea that they were somewhere else, at another time, and were totally alone.
The dip caught her by surprise, but she followed his lead, straightening up and feeling her cheeks burn as his nose brushed hers. "This is not Hell," she replied stubbornly. "It's too damn cold. If I'm in Hell, I want to be nice and warm."