Quentin James (boycott_love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-28 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-06, orion, quentin |
I've got a sunset in my veins
Who: Quentin and Orion (and Willie, NPC'd)
Where: Outside Panorama
When: Early afternoon
Quentin wasn't used to how hot it was outside. Yes, Maine got summers too, but they were mild in comparison to the rest of the country, with only a few days reaching in to the 90s, much less hotter than that. He'd been spoiled, he realized now, growing up on the ocean. He missed the near-constant breeze off the water, of just being able to walk down to the beach from the house and take a swim. Yes, he swam in the New England waters, because it really wasn't that cold once you got used to it. Now, he had no idea where the nearest beach was off hand, and if he tried to drive there he'd only end up getting himself lost and therefore, it would be counterproductive. Besides, it wasn't the ocean. It never would be.
And you question why you're a water elemental. Seriously, are you fucking listening to yourself right now?
Leaning back against the building, Quentin flicked his eyes up at his familiar circling in the skies above him. "You're just jealous you can't come into the studio," he said, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. "And you're only one step above a stalker, I hope you realize that."
If Willie could have stuck his tongue out at him, Quentin was sure he would have. And you've got a perpetual stick up your ass. What are you doing, anyway?
"Looking for somewhere to order lunch from." He might even go out and pick something up, but trying to drive to say, the Golden Dragon without looking up directions first meant that, by the time he actually got his food, it would be dinner, not lunch. Quentin and navigation would never be on speaking terms. He was scrolling through options on his iPhone, a cold bottle of water in his other hand.
Oh! Go to McDonald's and get me some fries! I love that shit!
"No."
Why?
"Because I said so."
That's not a reason.
"It's reason enough for you." Honestly, was this what the rest of his life was going to be like, constantly bickering with a seagull? Quentin hoped to god not. He was still trying to get his life together, and Willie was not helping. Sighing to himself, he went back to playing around on his phone, sipping at his water and trying to ignore the bird flying above him.