T is smoking blood traitor in his pureblood pipe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fierywings) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} sixdegreesrpg,@ 2011-03-27 21:44:00 |
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What: talking, hopefully.
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: the stables, then somewhere else?
Warnings: emo boys are emo.
Status: Threaded, incomplete
After leaving his flat burning, Terrence had spent the morning at Ella's cottage, until he was restless, tired of sitting around feeling sorry for himself, even in her company. Maybe especially in her company, since the last thing he wanted was to bring her mood down with his. It was bad enough that this could affect him, but as much as he'd enjoyed taking his anger out on her, he needed to do something. Action was the only thing that could bring his motivation and energy back.
He'd spent a few hours at the stable, and for once, he was concentrated on Azrael, not Lilith. Stunts and tricks were usually his concentration, but right now he just wanted speed and adrenaline, and he didn't entirely trust himself not to do something crazy in the air and get himself injured. Even with Lilith, who was extremely good at saving him from falling, and safety nets below him. He did stop to say hi to her, though, because Lilith was his favorite, even though he got quite a few dirty looks for the fact that he wasn't taking her out. Or for his mood, he wasn't sure which. Either way, he deserved it.
"Tomorrow, Lil," he promised, stroking her long nose. He earned a snort that sounded much like derision, and it made him smile. Then he left the stables, heading out to where he assumed Emil would appear, and relaxed on a bench, glad for the sun, even if the wind was cold.