Aug 19, 2008 16:01
[there is a desk, and on that desk is a lamp, casting a dim, forlorn glow on the stained, scratched surface; on that surface is a stack of papers, and a stack of books, and a cold cup of coffee
Kate is reading and sketching and scribbling and, on occasion, muttering]
Still can't figure out what that demon was. Wonder if they have.
[she pauses, fighting the urge to close her eyes]
Wonder if they'll still be there when I get back.
angel (d1) kate lockley