Brennybear (upinflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-03-21 00:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-07 |
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through.
Who: Bren and Neil
Where: Bren's apartment
When: starting a bit after 10pm
Bren was curled up on her bed, in her nest of pillow and blankets and every soft thing she could find. Her muscles were sore and she had still not moved from the bed long enough to take her jewelry off or shower. She wasn't sure she was emotionally equipped for a shower right now. A shower was water and shit. She'd done her best with a damp paper towel, the most she could handle, but the smell of sick still clung to her faintly.
She sighed and rolled over. She'd tried to sleep after getting home from that store where she'd been able to ask some questions, get a bead on what might have happened, but it hadn't worked. She was exhausted and had spent a half hour drifting off slightly and jerking awake again, sure someone was coming, something was going to hurt her again. Overall, it was just not Bren's day.
Dagmar had left, so she relit the candles she'd put out with the water elemental's presence, knowing Neil was mere moments away and that he'd appreciate the flame as much as she did. She wondered if they would pass and recognize each other at all. Probably not, but it might be funny if they did, trying to picture what a meeting between the tall, willowy, Finnish water girl and the stocky McWop fire man would look like. The result made her smile faintly.