A. Pucey (asailor) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-09 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-09, c: adrian pucey, c: justin finch-fletchley, type: thread |
WHO Adrian Pucey & Justin Finch-Fletchley
WHERE Justin's London Flat
WHEN 9 September 2000 | early morning
RATING considering the last thread- merlin knows.
It had been an incredibly long night. Nerves and adrenaline pumped through Adrian's system the moment he'd apparated near Justin's flat, as if ready and expecting a fight. At first he'd merely patrolled (paced more like it) around the building, eyes darting and keen in the darkness. It wasn't much different from watching the water at the Steep. You looked for small things, out of place things, things that- at first glance- did not scream danger but upon a second look were quite deadly. There was nothing. It was quiet. At one point he thought he heard a female scream but it wasn't long lasting and it could have been anything. Finally he moved into Justin's flat, worried that they had already come and gone; but it was just as dark and quiet as the outside. Empty of life which calmed him somewhat, knowing Justin was somewhere else, safe; but then- in a rotating fashion- made him utterly terrified. What would he do if his colleagues, his friends most likely did storm in? What would he say? Would he have enough warning to ransack the place so it looked like he just got there a few seconds earlier? Would they even believe him? If they had been specifically sent out for Justin-- and Bole or Montague showed....they would know something was up. Justin had lived with him for nearly two years, they didn't know why, but they had known he was there, in a vague sense. It would look suspicious. As the hours ticked by, Adrian built up his nerves higher and higher, leaving his mind a mess. There was no way, as the hours ticked on, that he was sleeping--though the further time went the more he was sure no one was coming. His eyes got droopy, but his mind was buzzing awake, lethargic but not able to sleep. As the sun came up and world seemed to wake back up... Muggles got interested, he heard confusion through the window. They had left Justin's flat alone. It had been something different altogether. Slumping on the bed, lying back from his once 'on-waiting position'; he moved to close his eyes, pinch at them and then rub his face. He had not slept, and though it seemed over, he doubted he'd be able to sleep for awhile. Messaging Justin that it was safe to return, he had every intention of leaving before he did, but... he could not seem to peel himself away from the loft. His body was too tired and tense to even think of getting up... |