curly. (lionofskyhold) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-02 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | alistair theirin, cullen rutherford |
WHO: Cullen & Alistair
WHAT: Cullen's out with his pooches and runs into a certain someone.
WHERE: the beach
WHEN: February 2nd, mid-morning
RATING: family friendly
STATUS: closed/in progress
Occasionally Cullen needed a break from his life, from work, from everything. A day-long holiday of sorts. While he may have been doing well on the road to mental recovery, sometimes the crushing feeling of loneliness would suddenly creep up on him out of nowhere. No human could live forever without the companionship of another -- even with two adoring pit bulls.
They did their best to distract their master from his sour mood, running around the beach and dropping their ball in front of him again and again to play fetch. He even smiled as Samson barreled head-first into Meredith to get the toy before she could. She didn't let it fly though, chasing after him with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her pursuit only stopped when Sam had successfully scooted his way into Cullen's lap where he proudly sat and panted.
"You know she's going to get you sooner or later," he said with a chuckle, scratching behind one of Sam's ears. "It's just a matter of time, really." Sam glanced back like he understood, while Mere sat down next to their master and watched.
"You're plotting in that puppy head of yours, aren't you, Meredith?"