Grey (greywhite) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-24 14:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who: Grey and Malc
Where: Their cottage
What: She's back!
When: Wednesday (after The Girl got everyone out)
Rating: High, probably talk of violence and sex.
Open: I don't think so!
Status: Closed/ongoing
Grey had run, no looking back, no wasting time telling James what a massive prick he was, she’d just run, well okay perhaps maybe more stumbled very quickly, because she didn’t really have the energy to run, she’d barely eaten or slept in days, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was getting the fuck back to Malcolm and making sure he knew she was okay. Luckily she’d been paying attention to where they’d been going on the way to the prison, so she knew her way back, pretty much at least. It would have been easier to find her way back to the city, she was sure, but it wasn’t like they’d been thinking in terms of easy to find when she and Malc had found and moved into the cottage. She had no idea how long it’d taken her to get back, how many wrong turns she’d taken, but finally she saw it, their weird little round, pink cottage. They needed to repaint really. Pink wasn’t a good colour for either of them. Seeing it lifted her spirits slightly and she sped up until she was crashing through the door, hot and sweaty and out of breath. “M-Malc?” she called, without any real force. Her mouth was dry, and now that she here, now that she was back and safe it felt like the last five days were just loomed over her, waiting to come crashing down to crush her under the weight of exhaustion. She tried to catch her breath as her legs gave way and ended up on the floor, back against the door. There was no way she was convincing him she was okay, was there? |