Victoria Poppy Frobisher (purlwise) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-02-10 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | colin creevey, x-victoria frobisher |
WHO; Vicky and Colin
WHAT; Colin's coming to find her!
WHEN; backdated to Sunday night
WHERE; by the cliffs
RATING; middle for death talk?
Vicky was staying put in her spot, and it was fortunate that she'd come from January in the real world because it was damn cold outside. She huddled up, compacting her body as much as possible to draw her body heat back into herself, but that stopped working after a little bit. Walking in small circles, then, to keep her blood in motion, was her next bet. She tried to concentrate her mind on the small movements of her feet. Left, right, left, right. It was better to think about that tiny action than the rest of the nonsense currently floating through her brain.
How could he be alive in this place and not at home? Why had the damn war even happened? Friends being ripped away from friends, families being torn apart. It hadn't been fair for any of them, and Vicky thought she'd finally gotten over Colin's death. And the idea of seeing him again after all those years, at least once it was established it was actually the real Colin and not some trick, was too much for Vicky to handle. So she put all her mind into the little things, watching her feet move in the dusting of snow on the ground. She was twenty-five years old, damn it. She needed to keep it together. She had a feeling that all the resolve in the world wasn't going to help her when actually presented with the face from her past, but she could pretend for the time being.
Until such time as she was found, Vicky's feet became her world.