[Backdated, for Walter/Rorschach]
She'd been looking for him for a day or two before she gave up. If he didn't want to be found, she was sure he wouldn't be. And besides, Margot had better things to do with her time than chase after a madman.
Or so she told herself.
And she couldn't shake a deep feeling of irritation. It was heightened by her increased craving for nicotine. The island cigarettes didn't satisfy her half as much as her Sweet Aftons, but they were all well and truly gone by now. The foul tobacco was all that was left to her, although sometimes she didn't think it was even worth it.
She tried anyway, late one night. Leaving the Compound, she didn't venture far, standing with her back against the wall. Light flared as she struck a match on the edge of her wooden finger, brought a crudely-rolled cigarette to her lips and lit it. Shaking out the flame, she tossed the match away into the darkness.
Inhaling deeply, Margot didn't bother to look up from the ground. Not even when she heard footsteps. Perhaps there was someone else out here for a late-night smoke - who cared.
Not Margot Tenenbaum.
Or so she told herself.
And she couldn't shake a deep feeling of irritation. It was heightened by her increased craving for nicotine. The island cigarettes didn't satisfy her half as much as her Sweet Aftons, but they were all well and truly gone by now. The foul tobacco was all that was left to her, although sometimes she didn't think it was even worth it.
She tried anyway, late one night. Leaving the Compound, she didn't venture far, standing with her back against the wall. Light flared as she struck a match on the edge of her wooden finger, brought a crudely-rolled cigarette to her lips and lit it. Shaking out the flame, she tossed the match away into the darkness.
Inhaling deeply, Margot didn't bother to look up from the ground. Not even when she heard footsteps. Perhaps there was someone else out here for a late-night smoke - who cared.
Not Margot Tenenbaum.