This is a song of mornings after, walks of shame....

[thatsaflaregun]

Who: Desmond and  Miss Rose
When: Sunday night, just after this log.
Where: Somewhere in Salem
Warnings: Probably not.

Comments

Keeping it vague for a bit

[preachyrose]

Rose was in a hurry, but she didn't want to look it. She had a jar of dirt in her hand and was heading out along the streets. While she seemed calm and collected- she wasn't. Her steps were a little too frantic and her cheeks were flushed. It was dark already and she didn't know where she was going...but she knew she needed to just get away.

Away from the graveyard and away from the Joker.

She found a bench in the park and, while she wasn't actively looking for her warden, she almost wished that she knew where to find him. Or that she hadn't ditched him in the first place. That jar of dirt she had, while valuable, wasn't really worth it. So she sat in plain view, under a street lamp, just in case...to wait for her heart to stop thudding so loudly in her chest.

[thatsaflaregun]

Desmond had almost given up when he stumbled upon the street lamp and the bench almost accidentally. He nearly tripped over himself to get over to it- to make sure he wasn't just hallucinating.

By the time, he actually reached the bench, he'd calmed down some, and somehow the jar of dirt in her hands didn't even register. He was just happy to see that his Inmate hadn't gotten hurt or anything of that nature.

"And here I was thinking this would be a relatively stress-free port, yeah?" He sounded... Remarkably calm and gentle, but he was still panting a bit from running around all afternoon.

[preachyrose]

"I'm quite free of stress, Desmond." A blatant lie, but one that she was definitely trying to hide. She didn't want him to know how unnerved she was, nor how much this had affected him.

"It's not my fault that you are incapable of enjoying yourself here." Straightening her shoulders, she set the jar of dirt to the other side of her, still hoping to keep it out of his notice.

[thatsaflaregun]

"Not incapable, sistah. Just worried," Desmond crossed his arms over his chest and laid the bags he'd gotten on the ground and toed them closer to the bench before gesturing to the (jar of dirt free) side of the bench. "Mind if I sit down for a bit? I think all the searching took a lot out of me... Never mind it's a nice night out."

He glanced up at the sky. It was an odd, actually- seeing the stars from a normal, not lost-in-space sky. He hadn't really thought about enjoying it.