Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-05-29 12:08:00 |
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When a rumble of thunder woke her up, Jaime laid in bed for a little while and just listened to the patter of the rain against the roof and the sound of Mike's breathing beside her. It might have been ridiculous, but she was always a little tense until she'd confirmed he was still in bed with her. Not that she really ever expected him to be gone. At this point, she trusted they'd talk to one another if they had to leave, and wouldn't just ... go. No matter how bad it got. And frankly, if either of them was going to fuck off this week, it'd be her. But the week was nearly over, and she could make it. It was just two more days. When she finally eased out of bed, working herself from beneath Mike's arm, Jaime made her way over to the shower. But she paused then and thought better of it. Picking up her bikini from where she'd draped it, she tied it on. It was raining -- storming, really -- so why not go play in it? Moving out of the bedroom, she paused and listened to Jake's solid snores, a slight grin on her lips before she moved to the front door. Letting herself out, she tilted her chin up and blinked a little against the rain. The fake rain. The manufactured rain. Whatever. It felt like a real storm, even if it wasn't any more real than anything else in here. For a long moment, Jaime simply stood in the rain, listening to the crack and rumble of the storm as she felt the rain pelting her. It was weird, now. The drops didn't sting like she thought they should have. Like they had before her new ability. There was pressure, sure, but no sting. It was almost disappointing in a way. Moving to the deck chair, Jaime settled down into it, her eyes closing again. She was trying hard not to think about the whole ... situation. She knew Mike was trying not to be smug, but she could almost hear the 'told you so' he was striving to keep to himself. If he'd needed any justification for his opinions, Sin had certainly dropped it in his lap. The three of them -- her, Jake, and Mike -- had chatted last night about it (because hey, what else was there to talk about?) and it had been almost painful to listen to the way the discussion had gone. There was disappointment all around, and what could they even really do about it? They were all stuck in here. Trapped together. Jaime had to wonder what the hell Sin had been thinking, and what she'd hoped to accomplish ... and Jaime had some vague plans to try to talk to her later. Mostly to find out what had really gone on, but she also wasn't in a rush to do it, either. She really shouldn't be talking to anyone about much of anything serious this week. Not while she was so unstable and frazzled and ready to snap or shatter. Opening her eyes, Jaime gazed at the water and the rain-slicked bridge. She guessed Mike or Jake was doing food runs today because no way was she risking a slip and drown incident. Drenched and dripping, Jaime stood up from the chair and moved to the edge of the porch. She gazed at the water, the waves, and she turned to head back inside. Wringing out her hair as well as she could before she stepped in, she made her way back to her bedroom, shivering a little at the change in temperature. She figured a nice warm shower would suit, and then she could read or watch a movie until Mike woke up. Or, she guessed, she could wake him up. A little amused, Jaime hurried through her shower, warming up and drying off before hurrying across the floor to the bed. She hopped up on the bed and draped herself dramatically across Mike's sheet-covered self. "I'm hungry and it's raining," she informed him once she thought he was mostly coherent if not completely awake. |