Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2014-12-14 13:52:00 |
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Who: Dora and Chris
What: Brunch
Where: Paris, France
When: Sunday December 14
Rating: SFW, will change it changes
Pandora sipped at her strong dark coffee, hands wrapped around the mug. A small smile played around her lips as she glanced around. She felt more relaxed than she had in quite a while, especially after that rather too-public melt down she’d had at the gallery. She knew word of it hadn’t really gotten around – Orla had saved her from that – but she knew. Besides, things had been rougher since then, sleep and work-wise. She’d put all her energy into training with Richard, and her work, socializing a little less than normal and pretending things were fine.
Tristan knew the truth, though. They both had their nightmares, and the couch had seen much of the two late in the night, being quietly comforting.
But she’d felt more relaxed, being away from England. Being amidst friends and not working twelve to sixteen hours a day to keep herself busy. Shopping with Millicent and hanging out; hanging out with Chris; exploring Paris again on her own when she wasn’t with anyone else. It was just the distraction she’d needed, and she didn’t even let uncertainties plague her thoughts for now. Those would come back soon enough.
Though she still kept her Mark glamoured or covered when around Chris. It wasn’t something she was ready to drop just yet.
Her eyes finished their sweep of the room – both for pleasure and automatic for danger, something she didn’t lose even here – and landed back on her companion. She gave him a smile over the rim of her mug. “So how are you enjoying Paris?” she asked.