allingoodfun (allingoodfun) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-05-10 15:03:00 |
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Thread: Talking
WHO: Trent & Ashton
WHEN: 9th May, after class
WHERE: The field
By Trent's reckoning the best time of the week was those final moments of the last class before the weekend, round about the same time your attention began to drift and all you could think about was the weekend. Or maybe that was just him? He tended to make sure his weekends were jam packed with things to do even though he was certain he should be doing something more productive, like homework for example, but pffft, that was for the Monday him to worry about.
Of course today after class he'd arranged to meet Ashton so they could talk.
Bored of sitting inside surrounded by four walls Trent had arranged that they meet up on the field, away from prying eyes and most importantly, ears. The southerner had arrived first and had settled cross legged in the grass with his fingers plucking and twisting at the strands beneath his denim clad legs. And then he propped his chin in the palm of his hand and fixed a leaf floating on the breeze with his blue eyes, the light influence of his power causing it to flicker and dance beneath his control.
Trent never did do sitting around for extended periods of time very well, he bored easily.
Maybe a little too easily.