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Characters: Jack Harkness and Devon Harkness-Hart
Rating: Pg-14
Time Period: modern
Location: One the sitting rooms then perhaps her room
Relative Date: Day after the party
Status: Closed
Devon found herself listless and horribly lost once again and this time she really couldn't go to John. What had gone wrong? She was usually so careful, thought out everything and now everything had gone to hell in a pretty pink hand basket.
The woman curled up tighter on the couch, trying to burrow into the heavy pink sweater and loose jeans she wore both to hide and to warm up. But even the fire in front of her didn't seem to knock out the chill she felt. Her body still ached from the day before, from the demon's punishment and she couldn't even enjoy the pleasant ache from her time with Zeb knowing what it ultimately meant to her.
She took a breath and pondered her bare feet for a moment. Dev had left her purse and clothing in the other time and really she should go look for it but she couldn't bring herself to care enough at the moment. It meant she wouldn't have her phone so if she got into trouble she couldn't call for help...but perhaps that was a good thing. She could head to the barrier or go find a unicorn or something.
Devon shook her head against the thought. She wouldn't allow depression to take her...and she wouldn't let it win that way.
The girl was so lost in thought that she didn't here anyone approach at first.
Rating: Pg-14
Time Period: modern
Location: One the sitting rooms then perhaps her room
Relative Date: Day after the party
Status: Closed
Devon found herself listless and horribly lost once again and this time she really couldn't go to John. What had gone wrong? She was usually so careful, thought out everything and now everything had gone to hell in a pretty pink hand basket.
The woman curled up tighter on the couch, trying to burrow into the heavy pink sweater and loose jeans she wore both to hide and to warm up. But even the fire in front of her didn't seem to knock out the chill she felt. Her body still ached from the day before, from the demon's punishment and she couldn't even enjoy the pleasant ache from her time with Zeb knowing what it ultimately meant to her.
She took a breath and pondered her bare feet for a moment. Dev had left her purse and clothing in the other time and really she should go look for it but she couldn't bring herself to care enough at the moment. It meant she wouldn't have her phone so if she got into trouble she couldn't call for help...but perhaps that was a good thing. She could head to the barrier or go find a unicorn or something.
Devon shook her head against the thought. She wouldn't allow depression to take her...and she wouldn't let it win that way.
The girl was so lost in thought that she didn't here anyone approach at first.