pl_theodore (pl_theodore) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-11-13 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 november, jamie chambers, theodore nott |
Who: Jamie Chambers and Theodore Nott
Where: The graveyard
When: Friday night
What: A not-date, because it's morbid to have a date in a graveyard
Rating: Low?
Status: In progress, closed
The night had fallen cool and clear, as Theodore, wrapped in a cloak insulated with warming charms, strode out toward the graveyard that evening. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Apprehension, nerves, anxiety...he was all over the map. What that meant in a practical sense was that he was feeling pretty much himself as he stepped inside. It occurred to him that this was a very imperfect graveyard. The tombstones were all brand new, the grass too neat, the land flat. It needed a century or so on it to truly be...comfortable. He didn't generally spare a thought for what lay beneath his feet as he sat with his back to a tombstone without looking at the name. It just needed to be wide enough for two to rest in its shade, that was all.
He tipped back his head and looked up at the night sky, closing his eyes and softly singing a lullaby in time with the voice as he waited.