| A Toast |
[07 Jul 2008|11:27am] |
There were worse ways to spend the day in Cleveland.
Granted, being stranded at Cleveland Hopkins International wasn’t ideal, but Corbett never really cared for trying to fly in stormy weather anyway. His cross-continental flight to London would likely be postponed until the following day if Mother Nature had her way, so the Watcher decided to make the best of it.
Thankfully, there was no shortage of bars and tiny pubs in the airport, so Corbett settled in for a pint while watching the Wimbledon men’s final on the television.
Corbett only went to the All-England Club once in his life – in 1981, when John McEnroe finally beat Bjorn Borg. Tennis had never been a large fancy of Corbett’s – he’d always been more of a soccer fan – but he knew even then he was witnessing history.
Even if one of the bloody Americans won.
( Attention all passengers )
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| Good-Bye and Good Luck |
[07 Jul 2008|06:36pm] |
The wheels had been set in motion. Julie had given her notice to Nyx as soon as she came back from her hike into the mountains, not that it would have a huge impact on the bar. The past few weeks business had been terrible anyway, people had been staying close to home and could buy their own liquor cheaper elsewhere. It might even be better for the Lighthouse that she was leaving, Nyx and Jo wouldn't have a 'freak' working for them anymore as far as the public was concerned.
After a much needed shower, the werewolf dug her old duffle bag and backpack out of the closet and tossed them on the bed. She needed to sort through all her things and decide what was staying behind and what was coming with her. The furnishings had mostly come with the room, so she didn't need to worry about them at least.
( Unforgettable )
He put both arms around her and pulled her into a hug, forgetting that he was sweaty and gross and kind of heartbroken. His chin came to rest on the top of Julie's head, and he closed his eyes and just let himself breathe. He still hated good-byes, but maybe this one didn't have to be for always.
"Don't forget me, okay?"
"Never." She returned the hug, wrapping her arms around him, not caring that he was sweaty and gross, his scent was all Connor. "You're unforgettable."
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| Not with a bang, but a whimper. |
[07 Jul 2008|10:10pm] |
Epilogue for Jackson Donnelly, Ray Dresden, and Delilah.
The end began with a Mexican Standoff. It was Jackson who drew first, on Delilah, who, in turn, endangered Ray, who, of course, threw the situation into deadlock.
Stake.
Circumstance.
Broadsword.
These were the weapons at hand, respectively.
( In this last of meeting places )
Subject and cut text from T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men
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