pretty bird (wide_eyed) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-16 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-09, c: emma dobbs, c: tavish urquhart, type: thread |
WHO Silas Dobbs & Tavish Urquhart
WHEN 16 September 2000 | Morning after this comment
WHERE Flat above Pure
RATING Med/High
She usually got up before him, but she had decided to lay in bed for longer than she usually did. Normally the moment she awoke she was out of bed not really avoiding him, but not wanting to spend any extra time in the bed with him. Today, she had for some reason felt like just staying put and she had realized- or at first thought- he was awake as well; until she had listened more closely and realized he was muttering. It wasn't intelligible but for a while she was entranced. He looked young while he was asleep, his eyes darting back and forth, the way his lips pursed together... Once she had finally pulled herself away she hadn't even felt it in her to get fully dressed like she normally did. Perhaps she was getting more comfortable with where she was, with him, but she pulled off the larger sweatshirt and left just the tank-top on underneath. She'd put something else on after she'd eaten, surprisingly not worried about him seeing her like that. She'd been munching on a piece of toast when she'd first written in her journal, only to find that she was upsetting everyone. Silas did not understand what was going on; out of no where everyone was angry and Terence was acting like she was six and trying to fly his broom again. She was naive, young, but she wasn't a child and she wasn't an Idiot. He was completely out of line and she wasn't going to just sit and take it! Though the message from Urquhart once he woke up, she was a little worried. Running a hand through her hair and shutting her journal she carefully padded to the door, knocking, pushing it open with her fist. She realized she had set something off and he was getting the brunt of it... "Tavish?" Her voice was quiet but not meek, Silas just hoped he wouldn't take it all out on her. |