[closed-ish?] houses of candy, build 'em up and then burn 'em down
Who: Johan Andersen thejewelergem and Dawn Summers girl_unlocking
When: Backdated to October 24th.
Where: At the milkshake-getting place.
Format: P-paragraph?
What: Dawn and Johan reconnect after a very long time. Sometimes life is disappointing. :/
Warnings: Angst. Sadface.
The place itself hasn't changed at all. The milkshakes probably haven't either.
The people, on the other hand? Well...
She waits for Johan - he's an easy spot with his haircolor, still by far the tealest teal that ever did teal - pushing the straw around with her fingers.
So maybe she hasn't lost all her need for fidgeting. Maybe she only fidgets when she's ...less nervous?
She peoplewatches a while, downright amazed to see some of the same people she's peoplewatched before - looking just the same, like it's only been two weeks.
Her stomach's unknotted itself for the most part - and she's used to this. Being back.
Johan had sounded like Johan. Only ...not.
So she waits, foot tapping to some vaguely familiar music, looking up every so often, hoping to recognize a face.
When: Backdated to October 24th.
Where: At the milkshake-getting place.
Format: P-paragraph?
What: Dawn and Johan reconnect after a very long time. Sometimes life is disappointing. :/
Warnings: Angst. Sadface.
The place itself hasn't changed at all. The milkshakes probably haven't either.
The people, on the other hand? Well...
She waits for Johan - he's an easy spot with his haircolor, still by far the tealest teal that ever did teal - pushing the straw around with her fingers.
So maybe she hasn't lost all her need for fidgeting. Maybe she only fidgets when she's ...less nervous?
She peoplewatches a while, downright amazed to see some of the same people she's peoplewatched before - looking just the same, like it's only been two weeks.
Her stomach's unknotted itself for the most part - and she's used to this. Being back.
Johan had sounded like Johan. Only ...not.
So she waits, foot tapping to some vaguely familiar music, looking up every so often, hoping to recognize a face.