Louis Donovan (strikethose) wrote in repose, @ 2017-09-13 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, louis donovan, sam martin |
quicklog: the capital; sam m and louis d
Who: Sam and Louis
What: Visiting with family and seeing art
Where: The Capital - Art Building at the University
[Late in the evening, well after the sun had dropped below the horizon, the university campus was almost deserted. The school year was hardly a month old, but aside from the very studious, freshmen and seniors alike had already fled to the bars in the crisp air of a late summer night.
So much the better. An empty campus meant that when Louis drove up, the level of interference around him - the constant rattle of need and want from all the souls nearby - was more a hum than a shriek. As he strode across the quad, host only to a few giggling groups of students flitting under trees to destinations downtown, it was almost silent. A burst of aimless lust here, a bubble of thirst for a specific person popping near his ear, then gone again as they disappeared into dark gaps between trees.
He was worried about Sam, of course. He hadn't seen her since her life had irrevocably changed. But he also felt all the ordinary apprehension of pleasure he felt when he knew he'd be in her company. He missed her. Since Desire had come to roost, they had hardly seen each other's faces. He missed her gap-toothed smile, and her bone-crushing hug. Seeing her work on the walls of a proper gallery only made it all the better.
The signs all pointed to a broad building at the end of the quad, so he tried the door to see if it was locked, peering in, looking for light or a familiar face.]