Ingrid Chance (offthegrid) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-12-19 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | fox, ingrid |
Monday - March 3rd, 2008
Who: Ingrid and Fox
When: Monday Night
Where: Lurking in the Darkness
What: Bwahahahaha!
It was Monday. The norm here lately for Ingrid would be to strut her way over to Leo's room to annoy the shit out of him while he equally annoyed her. But ever since their little spat, or maybe it the dream that had done it, she hadn't felt as much like being around him. She was... scared. And that was a feeling that she didn't like, at least not when it was that particular type of fear. So instead of annoying him tonight, she'd decided to go for a walk on the grounds. It was cold. It was dark. It was just the way she liked it. And she could use a cigarette and a little peace and quiet for a change.
It wasn't as cold tonight as it had been here lately, not that the temperature really mattered that much to Ingrid. She couldn't really feel it. Or she did feel it, rather it just didn't affect her like it would have were she alive. It was still cold enough, however, that she could do what she normally did in the Winter months when she found herself outside at night with a cigarette between her lips. She blew out the smoke and pretended it was her breath, visible in the cold night air. It was strange how little things like that could make her feel more human after so many years of being dead.
Last drag was inhaled and exhaled accordingly before she dropped it to the ground beneath her, following shortly thereafter, a boot crushing out the end. So much for being alone. She could feel him long before he'd ever be able to see her, could hear his heart beating, could feel his pulse, could smell him. He smelled... clean.