trevor harper. (![]() ![]() @ 2014-05-18 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *gardens, *library, halis, sarah blackwood, trevor harper |
WHO: Sarah and Trevor, initially; later Halis as well.
WHAT: Hiding out from as many fae as possible and discussing ways home.
WHEN: Shortly after their chat.
WHERE: The gardens.
WARNINGS: None so far.
Trevor left the glimmering insanity of the palace behind him mostly through luck. Somehow he found his way through the halls he'd nearly gotten lost in out onto a terrace, and from there, the gardens were clearly visible. The only reason he didn't make a run for them was because that much sudden activity would draw attention. It almost hurt not to bolt, but doing so was a rookie mistake. Move quietly. Walk slowly. Act like you owned the place, or at least had nothing to hide. Nobody would even glance your way.
And nobody did, or if they did, they didn't care. He strode out into the mess of greenery, trees and shrubs and flowers unreal in both design and color and size. Not that he would have known the difference, being firmly entrenched in concrete and asphalt as he was. The city was in his bones. Out here, where everything was flowering ... it was almost overwhelming.
A few false paths eventually gave way to a tree on a hill. Trevor slowed his pace as he watched the pale figure up there, eyes narrowed. Too late he realized he had no idea if this was the person he'd been talking to, or if they were even a human - maybe one of the damned fairies was playing tricks. That was a thing they did, right? Damn. He might have just screwed himself. But she looked real enough as he came closer, hands in the pockets of his jacket, face partly illuminated by the wisp that clung to him like a tick.
He hadn't even asked for a name. Shit.
"You human?" he asked, keeping a fair distance. The smells on the air stung his nose and made him grimace. What he wouldn't give for some decent smog right about now.