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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|11:15 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: An evening together
Where: Their place
When: Sunday evening
Warnings: TBA
( I put my soul into what I write ) |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|01:45 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: Comforting tiems
Where: O'Brien's flat
When: Not long after their conversation
Warnings: I'll let you know
( Read more... ) |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|11:34 pm] |
Who: Winston, O'Brien
What: Nightmares, running to a friend.
Where: His place then O'Brien's
When: 3 in the morning on Sunday
Warnings: TBA
( The sound of silence. ) |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|07:35 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: Talking
Where: Cafe
When: Monday evening
He was walking down the street at a hurried pace, hands in his pockets, lips curved into an almost ever present frown. Julia hated him, O'Brien was probably only humoring and even though he had people he knew in this world he felt alone. Isolated from everything that was from home he felt empty inside and craved any little bit of attention he could get from O'Brien. Managing to find the cafe within the half hour he stepped inside and up to the counter. Ordering a Chai Tea, he paid and took his drink, moving to sit at one of the tables.
Perhaps he looked as insecure as he felt, because people were giving him strange and sometimes concerned looks as he sat there sipping his tea, waiting for O'Brien. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2008|05:44 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: OMG THE BOOK
Where: Winston and Bree's house
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: TBA
He had the book in his hand and had read it through at least three times in the day, confused and scared at how accurate it was. There was only one thing he could take solace in and that was the fact there wasn't extreme description of he and Julia's personal affairs. Bree had tried to console him but finally gave up and went to do something or another. The only person he wanted to see was O'Brien. The only person he wanted to talk to or touch or sit beside was O'Brien because the older man made it right. He made things how they were supposed to be and that's what he needed more than anything right then.
So waiting for the other man, Winston paced to and fro, worriedly. |
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