Jun 19, 2009 09:19
Yesterday morning Saffron had returned the crutches to the clinic. It was a gorram relief to be rid of the things, even after only having to use them for a week; she couldn't imagine the annoyance of having them longer. She still had to be careful for a while yet, and wasn't about to go sprinting around the island, but at least she could walk normally.
She'd gone back to the Homestead with Bill after the club closed. She always enjoyed his company anyhow, but it seemed fitting for her to celebrate her freedom from crutches with the guy who'd taught her how to best use them. Saffron didn't wake until mid-morning, which wasn't unusual considering what time they'd gone to sleep. What was unusual, though, was finding herself alone in the bed when she'd expected to still be curled into Bill's side.
She brushed her hair back from her face as she sat up, telling herself silently that he'd just gotten up already, even though Saffron had been through enough disappearances to know that wasn't the case here. What confirmed it for her, though, was when she saw the leg Tony built him still sitting beside the bed. That was it, then - Bill was gone.
Saffron allowed herself a few minutes, alone there in his room, before drying her eyes and arranging her face and hair into a more presentable appearance. She threw on her shorts and one of Bill's shirts before heading out, planning to grab a bite in the Compound kitchen. She'd gotten up too late anyhow to join everyone for breakfast at the Homestead, and she didn't want to eat there with that one obvious absence.
[Timed to mid-late morning. Homestead residents/visitors can find her still there, anyone else can find her anywhere between the Homestead and the Compound or in the Compound. She can inform your pup of Bill's disappearance or they can already know; it's up to you. Open for new tags through Monday.]
warrick brown,
saffron,
buck compton,
joe liebgott,
bridge carson,
priestly,
harry welsh,
john martin