Day Twenty-Three: Loss of Life
Who: Pepper, open
Where: Outside, grassy area
When: Mid morning
Rating: A? Q? I'unno
Invasion: Please
Status: Open, ongoing
Summary: Angst, angst and woe
Waking up with an empty bed wasn’t really odd - Chase often went out in the night - and at first, it didn’t click that he wasn’t there. Pepper went about her business; got up, showered, got dressed and went down to breakfast. It was about that time that she had a sinking feeling. Surely he would have found her by now, right? She frowned at her breakfast, picking up the tray and putting it away, tossing half of her food uneaten. Her stomach was nursing a vaguely queasy feeling that told her something was wrong.
Flying from the cafeteria, she made her way back to their room, hoping he was there now and she was wrong. Her heart caught in her throat, the sound of it thunderous in her ears. Calling his name to the empty room produced mocking echoes and she could feel tears welling in her eyes. She tried to tell herself it was fine; he was just out and about somewhere. Busy. Chase was always busy. But the more she thought it, the more things she saw that were wrong.
The queasy, sinking feeling only intensified as she continued outside and she peered around anxiously, licking her lips. Still nothing. Sinking to her knees, she sat in the middle of the grass, looking around helplessly as tears slid down her cheeks. Words wouldn’t come and it was all she could do to sit, one hand covering her face, the other clenched in a fist in her lap.
Where: Outside, grassy area
When: Mid morning
Rating: A? Q? I'unno
Invasion: Please
Status: Open, ongoing
Summary: Angst, angst and woe
Waking up with an empty bed wasn’t really odd - Chase often went out in the night - and at first, it didn’t click that he wasn’t there. Pepper went about her business; got up, showered, got dressed and went down to breakfast. It was about that time that she had a sinking feeling. Surely he would have found her by now, right? She frowned at her breakfast, picking up the tray and putting it away, tossing half of her food uneaten. Her stomach was nursing a vaguely queasy feeling that told her something was wrong.
Flying from the cafeteria, she made her way back to their room, hoping he was there now and she was wrong. Her heart caught in her throat, the sound of it thunderous in her ears. Calling his name to the empty room produced mocking echoes and she could feel tears welling in her eyes. She tried to tell herself it was fine; he was just out and about somewhere. Busy. Chase was always busy. But the more she thought it, the more things she saw that were wrong.
The queasy, sinking feeling only intensified as she continued outside and she peered around anxiously, licking her lips. Still nothing. Sinking to her knees, she sat in the middle of the grass, looking around helplessly as tears slid down her cheeks. Words wouldn’t come and it was all she could do to sit, one hand covering her face, the other clenched in a fist in her lap.