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exsiliumlogs2012-02-13 02:23 pm
bottlegreen) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-13 02:23 pm
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Date & Time: tonight!
Location: SOME BAR
Characters: Snake & Laurence
Summary: ROOMMATE BONDING. or failing that, two dudes out for a drink.
Warnings: probably none!
He shouldn't be here.
Of course, Laurence counsels himself, none of them should be here. None of them belong here, and he's quite sure they all have their own important business to get back to. He tells himself this, yes, and it does no good. All he can think of when he thinks of home is the desperation he'd been ripped from. Prussia, fallen. Fort Danzig, captured. A desperate flight to England, with Temeraire weighted down by more Prussian soldiers than any dragon had any business carrying, refugees from the Fort-- desperate enough and long enough a flight to make the soldiers forget Temeraire and his crew were trying to help. Men in pain, dying of wounds and of thirst, could think only of freeing themselves. Fights had begun to break out, and then French dragons had been spotted, and--
--And none of that would help him now. Laurence slowly released the fist he hadn't known he'd clenched, and gave his somewhat-restored coat a quick brush. Habit and nerves, more than necessity.
Yes, a drink sounded really very welcome. He resettled himself again on the couch in the main room of the small apartment, willing himself calm. Perhaps answers to the many questions of the war that he could pose to Snake would help. Perhaps.
Location: SOME BAR
Characters: Snake & Laurence
Summary: ROOMMATE BONDING. or failing that, two dudes out for a drink.
Warnings: probably none!
He shouldn't be here.
Of course, Laurence counsels himself, none of them should be here. None of them belong here, and he's quite sure they all have their own important business to get back to. He tells himself this, yes, and it does no good. All he can think of when he thinks of home is the desperation he'd been ripped from. Prussia, fallen. Fort Danzig, captured. A desperate flight to England, with Temeraire weighted down by more Prussian soldiers than any dragon had any business carrying, refugees from the Fort-- desperate enough and long enough a flight to make the soldiers forget Temeraire and his crew were trying to help. Men in pain, dying of wounds and of thirst, could think only of freeing themselves. Fights had begun to break out, and then French dragons had been spotted, and--
--And none of that would help him now. Laurence slowly released the fist he hadn't known he'd clenched, and gave his somewhat-restored coat a quick brush. Habit and nerves, more than necessity.
Yes, a drink sounded really very welcome. He resettled himself again on the couch in the main room of the small apartment, willing himself calm. Perhaps answers to the many questions of the war that he could pose to Snake would help. Perhaps.