captainwilcar (captainwilcar) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-01 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, rosestein stone, wilcar lockgold |
Darlin, what we have here is what they call 'an opportunity'
Who: Wilcar and Stone
What: Plotting
Where: Rooftop vegetable garden
When: Dusk
Rating: Some adult language
Status: Complete!
Even his fucking fingers were restless. The girl brought him something he desperately needed. Wil was no fool, so he wasn't about to let her know, but if what she said was the real deal, then his plans could be jumping forward at a chocobo's pace. No chances were being taken.
Rooftops were a great place to meet if you didn't want to be overheard or seen too clearly. Much as people wouldn't think so, not many people looked up. Even higher windows meant so much fewer chances to be noticed, heard, or remembered. Especially here, where aging Mirren had runners of soil he buried vegetable scraps to grow tall in the heat.
The sun was leaning low, spreading pink hues across the sky before fading into dark violets above his head. People were rushing home now. Another wouldn't be noticed in a crowd and, if they finished early enough, would hardly be noticed heading out. The first floor was a small green grocers. An everyday errand for men and women big and small.
"Aye! Bout time y'made it!" He greeted, teeth bared in a smile. Wil had always gotten further with a smile than a spear. Stormwind would barely have fit through the small hole to the roof. He declined to help her through; not only did she not look like the type to appreciate that, she also looked like the type who'd notice how little he wore under his heavy leather kilt. And wouldn't appreciate that either.