wet bus stop, she's waiting, his car is warm and dry
Characters: Alex Drake, Alex Kapranos
Rating: PG-13 (because Kapranos is going to curse, you know it)
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Garage
Relative Date: A day or so after Martina's arrival
Status: CLOSED
It was dark, the stars twinkling high up the sky over the castle, and Alex Drake had been drinking.
Not too much, she figured, because she could still walk properly. She wandered around the castle grounds, half empty wine bottle in hand, tears itching in the back of her throat only she wasn't sure why she was crying.
Her eyes caught the flickering sight of blonde hair, a small figure rushing across her periphery, and she stalled in her steps.
"Molly?" she whispered.
She didn't want to look; she knew if she would the ghostly figure would fade into nothing. So she closed her eyes, trying to sense the feeling of her daughter nearby, so sure that Molly was within her reach even through the fog that lay on her mind.
So she followed that feeling, that instinctual need to find her daughter, every now and again catching a glimpse of Molly through the darkness. She lost her wine bottle, somewhere along the way, and ended up standing outside the glass garage, looking in on the automobiles that filled it.
Stumbling in, she glanced around, hoping still for that sight, for that tiny reminder of what she needed to fight for. Instead, her eyes landed on the Cortina. Sam had mentioned it, Gene's beloved car, in their interviews. Only in passing, but that didn't matter much to Alex, who walked straight up to it and gave it a proper kick in the side.
"Molly!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty garage around her. "Molly, please, come back, I'm sorry!" She slumped against the car, burying her head in her hands. "What the hell am I doing here?" she muttered.
Rating: PG-13 (because Kapranos is going to curse, you know it)
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Garage
Relative Date: A day or so after Martina's arrival
Status: CLOSED
It was dark, the stars twinkling high up the sky over the castle, and Alex Drake had been drinking.
Not too much, she figured, because she could still walk properly. She wandered around the castle grounds, half empty wine bottle in hand, tears itching in the back of her throat only she wasn't sure why she was crying.
Her eyes caught the flickering sight of blonde hair, a small figure rushing across her periphery, and she stalled in her steps.
"Molly?" she whispered.
She didn't want to look; she knew if she would the ghostly figure would fade into nothing. So she closed her eyes, trying to sense the feeling of her daughter nearby, so sure that Molly was within her reach even through the fog that lay on her mind.
So she followed that feeling, that instinctual need to find her daughter, every now and again catching a glimpse of Molly through the darkness. She lost her wine bottle, somewhere along the way, and ended up standing outside the glass garage, looking in on the automobiles that filled it.
Stumbling in, she glanced around, hoping still for that sight, for that tiny reminder of what she needed to fight for. Instead, her eyes landed on the Cortina. Sam had mentioned it, Gene's beloved car, in their interviews. Only in passing, but that didn't matter much to Alex, who walked straight up to it and gave it a proper kick in the side.
"Molly!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty garage around her. "Molly, please, come back, I'm sorry!" She slumped against the car, burying her head in her hands. "What the hell am I doing here?" she muttered.