Taeja Kim ☠ Jörmungandr (jormungandr) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2010-08-23 16:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | jormungandr, sigyn |
Who: Linnaea & Adam.
What: A meeting of kindred spirits.
Where: A bookshop.
When: Late afternoon/early evening.
Warnings: [Partial] public nudity! Joy!
It was the week of the full moon, and every night shift Adam had taken had borne the old wives' tales out. Two stabbings (one fatal), one shooting, a sexual assault, and three overdoses of varying stripes had been the highlights of his most recent shifts. The car wrecks, awful though some of them had been, barely made the week's Top Ten. To say he was exhausted, both physically and mentally, would not have been hyperbole. One new EMT-B had walked off the job after one particularly difficult call involving a child; while Adam could not entirely blame him, it did leave him bearing the brunt of the work the newcomer would ordinarily have fielded. So it was a joy hard-earned and welcome when a co-worker offered to switch shifts and allow him the night of the full moon, and the night following, off. The time away was much appreciated, and Adam resolved to make the most of it. Rather than sleep his precious leisure time away, he struck out for a bookstore he had seen but been unable to visit until now.
He liked the feel of the place the moment he entered. The selection was broader than he had expected for a shop not of the big-box variety. He wandered through various sections for nearly half an hour, pausing when a title or cover attracted his attention. Something he saw - art on a dust jacket, perhaps, or a familiar typeface - reminded him of a quote he had read days before, some snippet of a novel by Guy Gavriel Kay, and he turned back to that part of the shop that housed science fiction and fantasy.
A girl stood there, dark-haired and pale, the barest tips of what may have been wings peeking out from above her shirt. A quick once-over revealed a small vine of ivy at her ankle, as well. Satisfied she was not exactly a tourist where tattoos were concerned - or at least that the possibility was unlikely, given the probable size of those wings - he decided to speak up.
"Nice ink," he said. He gestured to the largely concealed lines of her back piece. "That shading is really well done."