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Samuel Keir Bradley ([info]thebrokenroad) wrote in [info]unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-08-03 13:04:00

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Current music:Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession--Cobra Starship

Who: Sam, Open
When: Sunday July 20th; day after his wedding; early evening
Where: A park in London, after work.
What: Trying to enjoy the sunshine


Sam was laying in the grass in the park, looking up at the sky. He didn't have to get Gabriel that night, his mother was watching her grandson, so he was just enjoying the sunshine, contemplating his whole situation. He never thought he'd be working the day after his wedding, never thought he'd be by himself the day after his wedding. Then again, he also thought he'd be in love with the person he married.

Not that he was complaining. Penelope was certainly better than his first match. He actually liked Penelope. This was just--he knew it could be worse, but somehow, that didn't make him feel any better. He wanted to just get away, or at least get out of his head for a while.

With a sigh, he lifted his hand to inspect his wedding ring.



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[info]thebrokenroad
2008-08-04 12:09 am UTC (link)
"I'm glad," he said softly. He reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He hoped he hadn't overstepped anything. Though he had kissed her. Why can nothing ever be black and white?

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