Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-01-07 14:12:00 |
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Who: Dean Thomas, Susan Bones
What: An ambush and a chat
Where: Susan's house
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: probably NSFW - language
After checking his goggles were secure Dean took a deep breath and upended himself in the pool, aiming for one of the diving rings he'd just thrown into the deep end. It was more challenging than diving in from the side, which he'd done a few days ago. He'd been spending more time than usual at Susan's pool. He'd half told himself that it was because he wanted to make up for the missed sessions over Christmas, but he knew that wasn't true. He'd come on New Year's Day, and had already more than made up for it. More than exhausted his body, but sadly not his mind. Stupid thoughts teeming over and over. Swimming sometimes helped with that, even diving practice, but no. He'd still not been sleeping well. He'd left a note for Susan on the chalkboard near the door they were passing messages on, to let her know he'd been, that he'd love to catch up when she was free.
He dove well, strong and holding his breath, reaching the first ring and pushing on for a second that was nearby before pushing back upwards and breaking the surface with a gasp, two rings looped over his arm. The other ring, he'd seen more clearly below the water, was a few feet away, and if he was lucky he might just manage to get the other too if he came from the right angle.