Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-06-27 04:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | brynhild, jacob frye |
Who: Bryn and Jacob
Where: Starting at the Park in wheel 2
What: Two lovers
When: Saturday
Rating: TBD
Open: No (Possibly to Edward)
Status: Finished
The 'sun' on the station could not compare to the feel of it on Asgard. But she had known that. Didn't mean after just one day that she didn't miss the natural warmth on her face. Didn't mean she couldn't try to achieve just a fraction of that feeling as she sat in the little clearing in the park. With as much skin exposed as she dared. Anyone who knew what they were, and didn't know her, might have mistaken her for a hippy, with the rainbow colored crocheted halter top, and short cut off blue jean shorts. Both with dangly tassels. Her hair was brushed as smooth as she could get it, and parted down the middle. Beyond that she was unadorned, her sandals on the edge of the blanket she sat on, to keep from the venture from being uncomfortable. She knew the only occupants of this wheel wouldn't mind finding this way in 'their' green space. It wasn't long before one of her favorite smells, the smell of London, hit her nose. She used to associate the smell with pain, heartache, and pointless death. Now all she associated it with was him. Jacob. A natural smile turned up her lips, as she waited for him to make himself known. |