Tig Resker and River Tam - SPN AU - milliwaysishlike
It's one of those very late nights.
The bar is good for those. It's cozy with its dim light, even though the place itself is hardly cramped. The earlier evening hubbub, the dull roar of conversation and scurrying of rats, has stilled to a generally companionable murmur.
Two young women are sitting together, nursing mugs of cocoa. One is wearing a pale yellow dress that hangs a little loose and makes her look (frankly) a little sallow, a consumptive impression not aided by her unkempt hair. The other has opted for yoga pants, a tank top and a fluttery cardigan, and is sitting with one leg tucked under her; apparently, she's decided to go without shoes.
"It's just," Tig says, brushing a bit of nothing off her yellow sleeve (apparently the state of her hair does not bother her), "I know I should be-- grieving, or something, and I guess I am or I was ... and I do miss Izzy, and sometimes I even miss the boys, Christ, but I just can't--"
She gestures expansively towards the window.
"Look at us. Look at this."
River bumps a bare foot companionably against hers, making her blink and then smile.
"Well?"
[Two muns, two pups, tag one or both I presume!]
The bar is good for those. It's cozy with its dim light, even though the place itself is hardly cramped. The earlier evening hubbub, the dull roar of conversation and scurrying of rats, has stilled to a generally companionable murmur.
Two young women are sitting together, nursing mugs of cocoa. One is wearing a pale yellow dress that hangs a little loose and makes her look (frankly) a little sallow, a consumptive impression not aided by her unkempt hair. The other has opted for yoga pants, a tank top and a fluttery cardigan, and is sitting with one leg tucked under her; apparently, she's decided to go without shoes.
"It's just," Tig says, brushing a bit of nothing off her yellow sleeve (apparently the state of her hair does not bother her), "I know I should be-- grieving, or something, and I guess I am or I was ... and I do miss Izzy, and sometimes I even miss the boys, Christ, but I just can't--"
She gestures expansively towards the window.
"Look at us. Look at this."
River bumps a bare foot companionably against hers, making her blink and then smile.
"Well?"
[Two muns, two pups, tag one or both I presume!]