Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-17 12:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who? James Bond & Vesper Lynd
Where? James's apartment.
When? Backdated- Monday, after their conversation on the network.
What? Plot!
Rating? Possibly high.
Status? Closed, ongoing.
When James had first seen Vesper on the network, he'd been in denial. Even when he'd looked further, and saw her confirming her identity to someone else, he couldn't be sure. It had to be a trick. He' heard of the island playing tricks on people, and that was all this was. A cruel trick.
But then she'd started talking to him, and there was really no denying it anymore. Why couldn't it be her? The island didn't follow the rules of logic, and he'd heard of people from different times showing up all of the time. He'd just never thought that it would directly affect him. At least not this brutally. He'd invited her to talk, but he didn't even know what he could say anymore. It was like the wounds had finally started to heal, only to have them forcibly ripped open again.
He paced as he waited for her, unable to settle, unable to keep himself calm. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense, gun digging into the small of his back- why? Did he think he would shoot her? Did he even believe that was possible? It was just a ridiculous comfort blanket. He didn't even know how he felt- but there was no way he could have just ignored her. All he could do was wait.