Oct 09, 2007 00:07
The door closes.
Lately, it might be noted, that the closing of this particular door has meant privacy of a rather good and anticipated sort. The boy and the star are young and happy and wonderfully, blissfully new to this whole 'in love' thing. And it's strangely nice to be somewhere without the rest of the world to worry about - even for a while.
The door closes and, really, this time it's more of a slam.
"I'll only be gone for a bit," she simmers faintly - her usual glow more of a muted, displeased sizzling along her skin. "Could stay here - there's a lot you could do. A lot I could bloody do, Tristran! While you go off gallivanting in the middle of god-knows-where with men who are very likely inclined toward stabbing you!"
Yeah, this one might not be ending anytime soon.
It's a good thing she closed the door first.