Dustfinger (read_me_back) wrote in walkingscenes, @ 2012-08-07 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | dustfinger |
Who: Dustfinger, Keleios
Where: Pick a roof. Any roof. Just not this one
What: Keleios is about to sweep Dustfinger off his feet and Dustfinger proves he's hot stuff.
When: Tuesday evening
Warnings: TBC but should be pretty tame, I'm sure
Status: Ongoing, closed
Dustfinger had reached the prearranged meeting point a few minutes early. He went to the edge of the roof and peered over it and down towards the darkened street below. He was more excited than nervous about the possibility of being teleported. It wasn't an experience he'd ever had before even if some might think his being read out of his book was a kind of teleportation. Somehow, Dustfinger felt that this would be an entirely different experience.
There was a pale-skinned young man sitting on the edge of the roof and smoking a cigarette a few feet away from where he himself stood, and Dustfinger acknowledged his presence with a small smile when the man glanced at him. His smile was returned with some sort of half-smile, half-leer and the man turned away again.
Dustfinger wasn't overly put out. After all, the Motley Folk hadn't been welcomed everywhere they'd travelled. And there was no rule that said anyone had to be sociable. So he gave the other man his distance and moved away from the edge of the building, sparking his fingers as he went. He was looking forward to this, more than he'd realised. It had been a long time since he'd been able to practise his art and, while he felt guilty leaving Gwin confined to quarters, he assuaged that by promising himself that he wouldn't take too long and next time he had the opportunity he'd find a treat for Gwin as a way of apologising.