Commander Elyssa Shepard (commander_shep) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2021-12-23 02:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | rawdon crawley, shepard |
Who: Shepard and Rawdon
Where: Wheel 3 not far from where the Normandy is docked
What: Reuniting
When: Shortly after this
Rating: Ummm
Open: No
Status: On going
Shepard not hold her feet to the ground. From the moment she heard his voice she started running. She hadn't been as close as she'd said she was, but that didn't matter. Muscles strained, and screamed by the time she got to the marking on the wall he'd taken a picture of, when she finally stopped. Her heavy duffel hit the ground, as she leaned forward letting the breath that had come at quick pants, finally catch up with her. Was she really prepared to see him again? The answer was probably a big fat no, but common sense was not keeping her from finding him. So she gave herself the count of ten to catch her breath, before she pushed herself up straight. She searched the snow for his foot prints in it. Her hands moved over her hair, to smooth it into some form of.. something that didn't resemble a ragamuffin. Partially putting herself into place, and easing the sweat from her palms. Praising whatever god had been watching over her that morning (or whatever)that she'd put on darker clothing. Black long sleeved, fitted, shirt, and olive and black military issue pants both hid sweat pretty well. When she had her breath back, she called out for him. "Rawdon?" Her voice slightly hoarse, and rough, from lack of use. The only time she seemed to talk at all was on Thursdays. And those meetings were for more than keeping her sober. They kept her sane. |