Mordred (mordred) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-12-13 00:42:00 |
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Current mood: | thoughtful |
Current music: | *#$& jingle bells |
Entry tags: | gaheris, mordred |
Who: Mordred and Gaheris/OPEN
Where: Gaheris' pesthole apartment and environs.
When: December 12. Evening.
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Notes: Anybody who wants to waylay him on the walk home should feel free, provided it allows him to still get home the same night. :)
There was tinsel everywhere, the cheap stuff that came to pieces in the breeze and left you trailing little silver threads everywhere you went. The neon signs were gaudy as ever, but now there were sparkling borders of lights around the windows, and spray-on snow in the corners. In the street there were only rain puddles.
Mordred found it all a little depressing. He had meant to stop for the newspaper, and maybe another couple blocks of instant noodles. But his eye had been caught, for the first time, by the little stationery shop tucked between more prosperous storefronts. He went in, edging his way through the cramped aisles, passing over the boxes of envelopes and paper clips and the bins of dusty ballpoints. Toward the back he stopped, his hand falling on a pad of decent, fine-textured drawing paper.
Good enough.