T Higgs will hit a bitch (rebelhellion) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-08-19 11:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, terrence higgs |
Who: TELLA
What: maybe talking, then not talking at all. Or not talking, and then talking.
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Ella's roof.
Warnings: TBA, likely to be high.
Status: Incomplete
Even though he'd seen it foretold - by the same damn Seer that had poked her nosy Inner Eye into his business the day before - Terrence was glad for the rain. Wednesday had sucked balls, but he'd woken on Thursday feeling better. He still didn't know the secret, didn't have that weight on his shoulders, and he knew he would have a solid decision made by tomorrow at 3 o'clock, which was when he was due at the Ministry for a talk. Just as well it was so soon, he didn't want to endure more than a few days like this.
Not that he expected everything to become clear immediately. They'd test him, he knew, and it might be a while before anyone was allowed to tell him the secret, whether it was Ella or someone else. But the worst part, for him, was the hesitation, the anticipation of a load of bricks about to fall. If he sensed that in a person, a forthcoming attack, he tended to provoke it out of them so he'd see it coming and face it head on; it was less easy to do that with life, but he'd do his damnedest, all the same.
Right now, though, it was raining. Rain that wouldn't necessarily turn into a storm, but he still wanted to be out in it. Storms, rain - he'd always had a good association with them, and since Saturday, he had an even better association with them. His challenge to Ella recalled that memory: rain and storms and him, he had no doubt that she'd think of the roof. Which was where he was, with a blanket spread beneath him this time, getting soaked and ruined in the downpour, but he couldn't care less.
He was clothed, but he'd undone all of the buttons on his clothing in invitation, and rolled up his sleeve; that wasn't for Ella, but for him. The rain falling on his forearm was going a long way towards getting rid of the feeling of Cerise's fingers tracing an invisible Mark, a feeling that hadn't gone away completely since it had happened. If anything could make it truly go away, though, it was Ella.