Brennan Bale (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} yetanotherbale) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} btvsal,@ 2010-01-16 19:20:00 |
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Those Not With Us: Laurie
Who: Brennan Bale
Where: Train
When: Saturday, Jan. 16th
Dear Laurie, he had written down and then lifted his gaze from the moleskine journal he'd been keeping for years to stare out of the window at the dark landscape. It was night so not much was visible except the occasional light from the few farmhouses that were near enough to the train tracks. The journal was something he'd started in what would've been his sophomore year of high school before deciding to go on his little quest. Since then, he'd always addressed his entries to his brother, who it seemed he could never talk to anymore.
However, since losing Laurie, Brennan found himself writing to her lately. There was a little joke between the two of them of the werewolf writing little poems to her that he ended up singing at the local bar along with his friends. They had a formed a small band that sang on occasion, nothing serious.
Brennan agonized over the poem, wanting it to be perfect (even though deep down he knew she wouldn't be able really read it). Aside from a few words and lines, the poem slash song was roughly done.
Brennan pretty much moved into the dining car during the day and returned to his seat when he needed sleep. Which these days he was in short supply of and probably explained why he didn't hear the waiter straight away, swiveling his head to look at her, "...I'm sorry, what?"
"Can I get you anything else, Mr. Bale?" She smiled brightly at him, poised to do his bidding. Laurie had a bright smile, all the time, no matter how bad things got. Brennan shifted uncomfortably at the memory and answered quietly, "Just coffee...thanks."
When the waitress left, Brennan tore out a page from his journal and started on a letter to David Cromwell, his uncle:
Uncle David,
I know it's been a while, but I'll be in L.A. sometime next week if you want to meet up.
My best,
Brennan
The letter was brief compared to the pages he'd write to his family except Brandon, who he did not write to at all. When the waitress returned with his coffee, Brennan bought a stamp and envelope, addressing it to his uncle. Taking a sip of coffee, the lycan thought that after he was done with this cup it would probably be a good time to move back to his seat and get some sleep.
Song: The Crashtones - Black Dress
Lyrics By: Sam Witwer/The Crashtones
Coffee Stain: *aqueous-sun-textures.