Jaime Davies (monologuinghero) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-30 09:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime dorny, raymond leon |
SkyTime
Characters: Jaime, Ray
When: Sunday morning
Location: their room
Warnings/Rating: Her mouth
Summary: Jaime watches the sky. And contemplates.
Status: Complete
There'd been a dragon flying mostly parallel to the train for the past fifteen or so minutes, and she'd been watching it. It had looked a little to her like a Chinese Fireball, only ... blue. So some sort of Eastern dragon, anyway. The long body, the lack of wings, the trailing whiskers. When Jaime heard the bathroom door open, she called over without looking, "do you think if I asked him real nice, he'd cough up some heart strings onto the train? We could find wand-wood somewhere." Ever since their return to the train, she'd mostly been quieter. After her pointless (but cathartic) rampage on the empty room (of which there were ... so many, now), she'd fallen into some sort of resignation. She still hadn't fully dealt with the fact they were trapped again. That their sure way of shedding the train didn't work anymore. It was almost enough to make her wish she'd stayed off in New York -- but Ray hadn't been what he was to her yet, and he might not have come. And she might have missed out on everything she had with him. After her own shower, she hadn't bothered to dress. She had put on a short, silk robe, but she'd left it unbelted when she'd sprawled on the couch. Who was here to see, really? Ray'd seen it all, and she wasn't interested in visitors just then. Come to that, the network had been pretty quiet lately. She wondered how much of it had to do with so many people being shafted after an attempt to stay behind. She sure as hell didn't feel like commenting on anything. She'd spent a lot of time in her room, and some time trying to help Lily in the kitchen, but mostly she just ... drifted. And plotted all sorts of revenge she'd like to enact on the train, if she ever got the chance. |