bonnie deville (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-29 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan echolls, tesla echolls |
Who: Tess and Logan
Where: Her Aunt's Ranch, outside of Albuquerque.
When: This evening.
What: Facing the music, or some of it, at least.
Warnings/Status: Swearing, past that I'll let you know.
Despite herself, she knew that it had to have been Loki, because she hadn't even told her mother or Shawn where she was. Shawn wouldn't get it anyway, but that wasn't the important thing. The important thing was that Loki had opened his big, fat mouth, and now Logan was going to be there. So much for a few days to herself. Although mentioning that she had considered staying, probably was what was brining this visit on.
She was up in her tree again, draped across the bigger branches that were open, a leg hanging lazily into the air, swinging a little. It was terribly unladylike, still in the white, cotton dress to help keep cool in the New Mexican heat. It was dirty from the day's activities, but still comfortable. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing something like this in the city. Her only complaint was it left her feet prone to the chickens when she was in their pen. . .
She sighed, looking up into the stars, her back easing into the bark of the tree. She was visible to the street, the road, really, since they weren't in the city. She was just waiting to hear his voice, or some sign that he'd Godboxed there.