Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bridget loved lazy Sundays. Always an early riser, no matter what day it was nor how late she was up the night before, she enjoyed spending her Sunday mornings in her soft pyjama bottoms with a cuppa and the newspaper. She always started with the funny pages, then the arts section, and finally the news. There wasn't a newspaper in this village, however, so she had taken to walking in the mornings with her tea. Yes, she was still in her pyjama bottoms (which sported cartoonish bumblebees) and a yellow hooded jumper, but she wore trainers and not slippers at least.
She liked walking the quiet paths. No matter where she went in the world--or out of it--there was a time of day that always felt the same. It was the time when the world was just waking up and greeting the day. On Sundays, unless people attended early Mass, it always happened a little later. She made her way into the village proper and breathed deeply. She had a lot to sort through, but now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time to enjoy the air and the quiet. She looked up as she descended the slight slope from the bridge to spot someone standing outside of Smuggled. She felt like she recognized him. Or, at least, some of his features. The shape of his nose in profile, and the way his ears peaked out from his hair. A word starting with the letter 'L' came to mind, but it was just out of reach.
She heard his comment about Tarantino and Tolkien as she approached and couldn't help but laugh. "Can you imagine what it would be like if Tarantion made Tolkien's books into a film? Smaug would have the worst mouth known to man or hobbit, and there would be so much blood." She thought for a second. "Thought, Gollum would probably be as disgustingly creepy as he was in my head, so that's a plus." She smiled brightly at the man and held out her hand. "I'm Bridget, but everyone calls me Bee. Or. My brothers and friends do, so I'm getting everyone here to do the same."