Richard MacIntosh Stark (son_of_stark) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-05 06:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~rachel sully |
[ALTERNATE UNIVERSE: NOT RELEVANT TO SC RACHEL]
Who: Richie and Rachel (& the ever-present Saphira)
Where: Her apartment
What: Uhhh... after this then during/after this
When: Thursday 3rd October (backdated cuz yeah,keeping up with these two?)
Rating: G...oodness me!
Open: Only if you are in the first line
Status: COMPLETED!!!!
Richie rolled over, tugging the pillow down a little and dropping his head back on it as he opened his eyes and looked across the bed.
Not his bed.
Rachel's bed.
He lifted his head, blinking, and quickly realised he was staring at an empty half of the bed, where earlier Rachel had been. "Rach?" he said, blinking a little as he sat up and looked around the room.
"Rach?" He started to untangle his legs from the bedsheet...
It's alright, she's gone out.
Out? Out where? It's...
He looked around and saw the clock on the nightstand next to the bed.
3am!
Yes, she's gone to the church. She's safe, she is taking some things for the man there, at the grave.
Oh. Aaron. He's still there?
Yes, he has remained there.
Is he alright?
As well as any human is in times like this.
Yeah, of course, I mean...
They are talking.
Should I...
No.
Right.
I will watch over them.
Yeah, thanks. And when she's back? Keep an eye on him too, hey?
As you wish.
Thanks.
Richie lay back down, staring at the ceiling, his mind starting to fill with thoughts that tumbled around and fell over each other as each one came to mind. He grimaced, trying to stop the crazy mayhem, remembering how Brom would tell him to clear his mind and focus, to keep your 'eye' clear of all the other things, and just think.
He yawned and rolled onto his side, wishing for the briefest moment he could talk to Brom.