Terry Aaron Boot (cc_terry) wrote in charing_cross, @ 2009-03-03 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, ! private, * 2003: 03/march, - thread, character: terry boot, retired character: roger davies |
RP: Should really know better
Date: 3rd March, 2003 (after Terry's run in with Kingsley)
Characters: Terry Boot, Roger Davis
Location: Rosebud Park, jogging path
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PGish with kissing
Warnings: Once again, Terry comes with his own warning
Summary: Terry's doing three things at once. He should really know better by now.
After his chat with the Minister--which had been very stressful and frightening, even if everything had ended up all right and Terry hadn't been sent to the rape dogs--he was grateful for the suggestion to take a half day and headed to the bookstore at lunch. He had lunch with Ben, followed by a long, calming snuggle session before Ben fell asleep for his afternoon nap. Then, leaving Ben under the watchful eye of Gareth for a couple of hours, he'd grabbed a book and Bob the Dog and headed to Rosebud park intending to take advantage of a rare sunny March day. Since he'd been transformed into a girl very little had gone smoothly for him, but this afternoon seemed to be an exception. But, at least he'd mastered walking in heels now, even if they were barely an inch high. He'd changed into trainers for the walk though, and out of work robes into warm corduroy trousers and a fuzzy purple sweater. Coupled with a few heating charms, and there was no need for a jacket on this oddly sunny March afternoon.
Terry held Bob's leash loosely in one hand and had a book on Egyptian fire charms in the other. The book was open and Terry's nose was buried in it, eyes skimming over the chapter on Dragons and how to use the mechanics of their, for lack of a better word, vocal chords as a basis for a fire breathing charm as. Oblivious to Terry's distraction, Bob investigated the surroundings, pausing every now and then to mark his territory. The big furry sheepdog barked suddenly and took off running, causing Terry to stumble over an unseen root and sent the book flying out of his hands to land in the middle of a mud puddle.
Terry hit the ground hard, palms skidding across the rough surface and blood blossoming across the soft skin. Terry blinked suddenly, the rush of tears taking him by surprise. It wasn't until he noticed where his book had landed that the dam broke and, lower lip trembling, he burst into tears, drawing in deep shuddering breaths as he tried to calm himself.
Being a woman sucked, he thought as he was unable to control the tears. Bob came over and nudged at him gently, which only caused more tears to spill over, and he sat in the middle of the path becoming steadily more and more a soggy mess and unable to stop himself.