Post by Kara Viridian on Jun 23, 2009 1:10:31 GMT -8
Friday, October 15th 2010
later that night... (Continued from:Over My Head, the Abby)
If he'd held on to her tightly, the apparating would've gone smoothly, everything would've transferred intact, nothing would've been left behind. Kara had taken Casey (under the guise of Kevin Bristow, still) from the Abby and to her home, since he'd requested to 'go somewhere', which she assumed to be private, a place where he could bear all, since that's what he needed. All of these assumptions she was burying herself in, it seemed.
The scarred one yanked off her cloak and stripped down from all of the armor and heavy boots and everything to the necessary clothing for company: her top, her pants, socks and slippers. She'd quickly tied her hair up with a spare ribbon, she found on her counter, and offered the beat up couch to her companion. This flat wasn't much, but it was away from public eyes, away from the outside world. This was her home away from Damien's and Tutaminis, a place she felt safe enough to keep up as her living quarters.
There was more ale in the fridge here so she decided to pour herself and her guest another mug full of ale each, as not to take away from the casual atmosphere they'd had at the Abby. Now that she was a bit more comfortable, the former auror sat down on the couch and slid one of the mugs of ale toward her guest along the coffee table. She tucked her feet underneath her and sat Indian-style on it, holding her mug carefully as not to spill a drop. Balance was key, and she'd learned a lot of that while sprinting from Guards and DE's and the like on her runs.
"It's just you and me now, love." She said casually, coolly at the man who had accompanied her. Kara was trying to let him continue, since they were now in the confines of her flat.
The situation, however, seemed a little familiar to the woman as she sipped at her ale (which was not as good as the stuff on tap at Liam's). They'd been in her flat more than once now, he'd seen the way she looked in her casual, running garb and made up to go out for dinner like a real lady. Kara hoped that was enough for him to continue opening up, to finish explaining what he was getting at while they were at the pub.
later that night... (Continued from:Over My Head, the Abby)
If he'd held on to her tightly, the apparating would've gone smoothly, everything would've transferred intact, nothing would've been left behind. Kara had taken Casey (under the guise of Kevin Bristow, still) from the Abby and to her home, since he'd requested to 'go somewhere', which she assumed to be private, a place where he could bear all, since that's what he needed. All of these assumptions she was burying herself in, it seemed.
The scarred one yanked off her cloak and stripped down from all of the armor and heavy boots and everything to the necessary clothing for company: her top, her pants, socks and slippers. She'd quickly tied her hair up with a spare ribbon, she found on her counter, and offered the beat up couch to her companion. This flat wasn't much, but it was away from public eyes, away from the outside world. This was her home away from Damien's and Tutaminis, a place she felt safe enough to keep up as her living quarters.
There was more ale in the fridge here so she decided to pour herself and her guest another mug full of ale each, as not to take away from the casual atmosphere they'd had at the Abby. Now that she was a bit more comfortable, the former auror sat down on the couch and slid one of the mugs of ale toward her guest along the coffee table. She tucked her feet underneath her and sat Indian-style on it, holding her mug carefully as not to spill a drop. Balance was key, and she'd learned a lot of that while sprinting from Guards and DE's and the like on her runs.
"It's just you and me now, love." She said casually, coolly at the man who had accompanied her. Kara was trying to let him continue, since they were now in the confines of her flat.
The situation, however, seemed a little familiar to the woman as she sipped at her ale (which was not as good as the stuff on tap at Liam's). They'd been in her flat more than once now, he'd seen the way she looked in her casual, running garb and made up to go out for dinner like a real lady. Kara hoped that was enough for him to continue opening up, to finish explaining what he was getting at while they were at the pub.