(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Still no door.

The back gate at the pub, the cupboard under the stairs at home, the sidegate in the park. Nothing. Shelley sits morosely and not a little worriedly on a bench as night slowly falls around her. It has been a few days now, and it isn't like Ishamael to leave her out of his control for so long. Having him come and find her is not on her list of good things.

She gets up, and walks slowly along the path, keeping a hopeful eye out. A tramp she passes waves at something just over her right shoulder. A cool breeze blows a few drops of light rain over her face and she shivers.

This is not good.

Comments

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

The park is empty for the most part. The few raindrops falling splattered noisily on the ground. The water began to drip, spiraling down the long leaves of the willows that dotted the park.

A young man in a snow white suit was sitting on a bench, undisturbed by the approaching rain. The drooping willow sheltered the bench. His hands were folded in his lap, and his legs casually crossed.

Such a pretty smile.