InsaneJournal

Who: Beast!Eames, Sirius
What: meeting!
Where: Dream Team's house and garden
When: Friday Evening
Rating: Eames is still a Disney Person. Sirius is, uh. Sirius.
Status: Incomplete



If he was in the room with all the paintings (and he often was), he could look out over the strange town he'd found himself in. Sometimes, people walked past the grounds of the house and he watched them as they went about their business; men and women in strange clothes going towards the tall buildings he could see in the distance, young children running towards a park at the end of the road, older ladies walking their tiny dogs, all manner of people. And he remembered when he could go out and be amongst them and nobody would have run away screaming or yelled "Oh my Lord, what is that thing?" at him. And so he stayed inside, trying to draw the people he watched.

Night-time was different, though. He would go out into the gardens with the dog that lived in the house and explore. There wasn't that much space, not compared to his home, but there was enough for the dog to have a good run about. There were high enough bushes that he could play chase with the dog and know that nobody could see them barrelling through the piles of autumn leaves that were collecting all over the garden. There was enough space that he didn't feel like a prisoner.

The dog had gone back into the house to be fed, but he had stayed outside. It was a nice night, clear and with a hint of winter chill starting to creep in, but he had his fur and his cloak to keep him warm, so he was fine. Somewhere down by the park, there was some sort of tavern playing strange music and he could hear it and the people talking loudly so they could be heard over the music. He couldn't make out what was being said, but it was nice to sit down at the bottom of the garden and listen to people laughing and singing along, while his tail wagged slightly (and in time with the music).