Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
She didn't notice that anyone had joined her until the man spoke. If she hadn't been as close to drunk as she was, she would have jumped up and hit the guy. As it was, she exclaimed, "Merlin's pants!" and her eyes flew open. When she saw that it was Merlin, a blush crept up her neck and cheeks. Having raised herself to her elbows in her surprise, Bee lowered herself to the ground again and felt her hair pool around her head. "Oh, Merlin." She laughed lightly. "Sorry." She pat the ground next to her. "Please do," she said, smiling up at the living legend. "But you must remove your shoes and feel the grass between your toes." She wiggled her own digits in illustration. "And you must forgive me. I drank most of that bottle on top of other things, so I am a little," she paused, trying to think of the word to describe her current state. More than tipsy but less than drunk. "Warm."
She turned her attention back to the night sky and silently said a wish for each member of her family. She hoped they were okay. She prayed they weren't harmed because of who she was and that she had run. She had no way of knowing what was going on back home, with them, because no one here would know. She said a wish for her friends, even the ones who did not want her friendship. She hoped for their happiness. She was humming again, the same song, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't know she was crying, though.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Her voice was soft, but the park around them was quiet, and she knew he would hear her.