|fancy_lamorne (fancy_lamorne) wrote in la_vie_rpg,|
@ 2008-06-21 10:22:00
Perchance to Dream
Who: Charlie & Open
What: Continuation of this
Where: The Black Death Tavern
When: Set shortly after this, early afternoon
Fancy was filled with so much nervous distraction that she went two blocks past the Tavern before she realized her mistake. She laughed at herself as she turned around and made her way back. She stopped in the kitchen and prepared a try of food for herself and Charlie. She included some of the sweet rolls she'd just brought at Marie's bakery. There wasn't any meat to spare for this meal, so some bread cheese and fruit would have to do. It wasn't as much as she'd like to offer, barely a plateful for each of them, but all good things were hard to come by. She made a pot of cheap coffee to take up as well. She was careful to make the try look as if it was only for her and hid the extra cup and saucer in her coat pocket before going up stairs.
She looked around her cautiously and listened for a moment at the door before unlocking it and quickly going inside. She closed and locked it behind her before doing anything else, including looking for Charlie. It was dark and stuffy in the room and she longed to open a curtain, but didn't dare risk it. She found Charlie asleep on the bed, and smiled softly. She was glad he was able to sleep, she knew he needed it. She walked over to the small table by the window, the click of her heels almost silent with her careful steps, and laid the tray down.
She went over to the closet and took off her coat and hat. Then, since she hated walking around her own bedroom in shoes, she took them off as well. She also took off her dress, thinking that running around in her slip and stockings was far more fitting to the stuffiness in the room. She didn't want to pass out from the heat. She had a lot to do tonight. She would like to venture out tonight to Le Moulin Noir and see about getting Charlie some papers. She folded her dress over the back of a wing back chair, figuring she could get away with wearing it again.
She turned around and watched Charlie sleep, watched his chest rising and falling, wondered what he was dreaming. Something good she hoped. After all, good was in short supply during the waking hours these days. She reached up to take the pins out of her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders. She thought she'd lay down beside Charlie for awhile, she could use a nap herself. It had been a long day, and was most likely to only get longer.