from fromheavencame -- take it on the run

Jan 04, 2010 10:16

It was raining ( Read more... )

featuring: gabriel gray, verse: grayverse

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fromheavencame January 20 2010, 09:55:48 UTC
If asked, Gabriel would say that rain was his favourite sort of weather; besides snow that is. There was just something about it that made him smile; it felt nice for one, and in a way, it would wash away the filth accumulated from the last time it rain, and it would clean the Earth. There was that, and then there was the fact that it gave him a perfectly good excuse to spend his time indoors rather than out, and really, there was nothing like sitting down with a good book and letting the rain tap against the window as one sipped a cup of tea. Tea, now that was another British stereotype, just like the rain.

Gabriel was sitting in that very coffee shop, tucked away in a corner with his nose buried in a book when the woman came in, turning heads all around. He only looked up because there was a sudden silence in the cafe; and he quirked a brow just a bit as he looked at her. Of course hobos came into cafes all the time, especially in this sort of weather, but they were generally chased out as soon as they came in, because they seemed to shoo others away. She, however, didn't look like most.

"Miss?" He made a hand waving motion, brows knit together now. "Are you alright?"

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dreams_in_red January 22 2010, 01:20:23 UTC
By the time she'd wiped the water from her eyes, half the shop's patrons were looking at her and the other half was turning to see what the fuss was about. Lucy clamped down hard on the sudden instinct to bolt and run. This was America; more than likely she wouldn't be recognized by the common man off the street. She'd always played the part of a properly demure political wife and let Harry--the Master--Harry have the spotlight. And besides... she looked like a drowned rat right now and she knew it. The Prime Minister's wife never looked like a drowned rat.

She tried to slough some of the rainwater off her feet onto the mat in front of the door, and only then realized that someone was trying to get her attention. One of the customers. Lucy's eyes darted to the counter, where the baristas had gone back to work--for the time being. Then she looked back at the man who'd waved at her.

"I didn't have an umbrella," she said, latching on to the first thing that came to mind.

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