seesamoment (seesamoment) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-07-27 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | bonnie bennett, dean thomas |
WHO; Dean Thomas & Bonnie Bennett
WHAT; a chance encounter
WHEN; Saturday afternoon, 7/27
WHERE; in the park
RATING; Low
Storybrooke wasn’t so bad. At least that was the conclusion that Dean had come to so far. Granted he had only been here a few days but he was hoping his first impression of the place was accurate. He missed home and his mom and dad and his siblings but this was kind of cool too. It was like an adventure. One might think that Dean had had enough adventure and excitement for a lifetime but he didn’t think so. The Dark Lord had been defeated and for him that was only the beginning of his adventures. Today Dean found himself with a sandwich he’d gotten from Granny’s sitting beneath a tree. The tree was wide and the leaves provided a wide shaded area. His back was resting against the tree and he held a blank sketchbook in his lap. He glanced around looking for something to draw, some moment to capture. With his free hand he grabbed his sandwich and took another bite of it. Nothing seemed to be jumping out at him. Nothing was inspiring him. Dean nearly forgot himself and dropped his sandwich. Instead he returned his food to the container, wiped off any crumbs and picked up his pencil. There was a girl several feet away. Her laughter and giggles were what caught his attention. There was a dog sitting in front of her smothering her with kisses and attention. It brought a smile to his face. He didn’t know who she was, what her name was or anything but he knew that was what he was going to sketch. Dean picked up the pencil and the moment the point touched the paper he started drawing. His hand was furiously moving as he tried to capture the scene before him. Wisps of lines, curves. Every now and then he’d flip the pencil over and rub the eraser against the paper with more force than necessary until the marks were gone. Any concept or realization of time escaped him when he was immersed in his sketches. Nearly two hours had passed since he first set his pencil to the paper. The girl and her dog were long gone by now but his drawing was finished down to the detail of her necklace. With a satisfied smile, he closed his sketchbook and set it down next to him. He was finally going to finish his lunch. |