A. Pucey (asailor) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-22 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-09, c: adrian pucey, c: justin finch-fletchley, type: thread |
WHO Adrian Pucey & Justin Finch-Fletchley
WHEN 22 September 2000 | late day
WHERE a Raunchy inn
RATING Med
He had been perfect content to lay in bed all day. He figured at some point he was going to get his ass in trouble for leaving Natalie alone so much, but she wasn't talking on the journals and he didn't speak up; it didn't seem much of an issue yet. He was a lighthouse keeper, he had to leave sometimes. Or that was his excuse. Where he was going he wasn't about to tell anyone. Including his future wife (or especially so. He didn't want a wife for Merlin's sakes). Running his hand through Justin's hair he was leaning against the headboard of the bed reading the strange book the muggle's had in the nightstand. Something about fire, brimstone, salt maybe? He was getting bored. Putting it down he grabbed up his journal instead, still playing with the ends of Justin's hair at the nape of his neck, just to glance- see how the battle had fared. He might have been ignoring it (rather happily distracted even) but he still wanted to know if his friends had made it through. Flipping through a page or two, when he came across the entry from Savage he stopped dead. His hand stopped moving, his heart seemed to still; and after a moment he pushed himself up. |