August Summers (looktome) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-01-22 14:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-23, august, venus |
i will try to find my place
Who: August and Venus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Venus' Apartment
It had been a while, far too long in August’s opinion, since he had gotten to see Venus. The two had spoken – it was rare that a day went by when he didn’t text her at least once – but there hadn’t been enough time for the two of them to get together and just be around one another. There was always pack business to keep him occupied and now he knew that Venus was diving back into planning her wedding, which was a large part of the reason why he was making his way over to her apartment this afternoon. He needed to know whether or not Allegra had mentioned speaking to “Trent”; it would only take a few well put-together facts for Venus to figure out that it had been him speaking to her mother, instead of her fiancé. If he was lucky and Allegra had not thought to bring up the conversation, then he needed to talk to the witch in hopes that his well planted seeds of doubt would convince her to postpone the wedding longer. Today had been a particularly long day for August. He had worked all morning on an article, only to discover that the photographs he had taken of his little league softball team had been overexposed and were useless. The story would have to be postponed and another would be written in its place. August was well aware that being a journalist meant having to sit down and write every once and a while, but that was not the part which had attracted him to the job. The words were always in his head, floating around and waiting to be articulately put together, but it was a tedious task to get to that point. It was fortunate he only wrote about sports, which didn’t require much eloquence in the first place. August palmed the bag which was practically overflowing with all of Venus’ favorite snack foods, as well as a few of his own. It was rare that he ever went over to the woman’s apartment without an offering of some kind. He gave the door a firm knock – loud enough to catch attention, but not hard enough to rattle the door and scare Venus to death. His pulse began increase as he waited for the door to open, a combination of worry and excitement at getting to see the witch. |