Three sheets to the wind [COMPLETE]
WHO: Claire Bennet (oww_pavement) and Sam Winchester (badlyobstinate)
WHAT: A chance meeting after their small conversation via their journals.
WHERE: On the beach by the rocks not too far off from the pier.
WHEN: Late evening
It was already dark out and Claire had wanted to get a breath of fresh air.
She couldn't sleep. It was completely pointless trying-- she'd come to realize after three hours of tossing and turning and waking up Peter with her restlessness twice already; at one point she'd just given up and got up to get dressed again and step outside.
The air by the ocean was salty, too, like it had been that day on the boat, and if Claire closed her eyes she could swear she could hear music playing, very softly, as if she had her ear to a seashell.
She'd developed a tendency to come out here by the pier, letting the sand play between her toes as she looked out onto the ocean, thinking of what lay beyond that great expanse of sea, whether there was any hope of them ever going back home.
But that was a thought in and of itself-- she shouldn't be developing a tendency for anything at all; that part was more than unsettling.
Sighing again, she dug her toes into the sand, not caring if she got sand on her ass or even any uncomfortable places.
She could always take a bath later and-- this was nice. She wasn't tired, it was peaceful, the only sounds those of nature... and it was certainly warm enough for her to be comfortable.
Closing her eyes again, she smiled, wondering if she would end up going to bed at all tonight.
WHAT: A chance meeting after their small conversation via their journals.
WHERE: On the beach by the rocks not too far off from the pier.
WHEN: Late evening
It was already dark out and Claire had wanted to get a breath of fresh air.
She couldn't sleep. It was completely pointless trying-- she'd come to realize after three hours of tossing and turning and waking up Peter with her restlessness twice already; at one point she'd just given up and got up to get dressed again and step outside.
The air by the ocean was salty, too, like it had been that day on the boat, and if Claire closed her eyes she could swear she could hear music playing, very softly, as if she had her ear to a seashell.
She'd developed a tendency to come out here by the pier, letting the sand play between her toes as she looked out onto the ocean, thinking of what lay beyond that great expanse of sea, whether there was any hope of them ever going back home.
But that was a thought in and of itself-- she shouldn't be developing a tendency for anything at all; that part was more than unsettling.
Sighing again, she dug her toes into the sand, not caring if she got sand on her ass or even any uncomfortable places.
She could always take a bath later and-- this was nice. She wasn't tired, it was peaceful, the only sounds those of nature... and it was certainly warm enough for her to be comfortable.
Closing her eyes again, she smiled, wondering if she would end up going to bed at all tonight.