witchoftheflesh: Colin O'Donoghue (Thinking - Distant Stare)
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Adrian really appreciated winter. It wrapped the grove up in silence and stillness, a hush blanketing over the woods. Winter was a time of rest and restoration; a hard season yes, especially for animals, but the world slumbered and the rhythm of the cycles slowed and the season itself brought beauty, especially if you knew where to look.

Today, he was taking some time to just enjoy the season, become as one with it as possible. He sat out on his porch, a cup of coffee in hand, wrapped in a thickly-knit blanket, and just enjoyed the serenity.

Surely it would last.

[For one, please!]

Date: 2025-02-21 06:49 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: look up)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
"She took it very poorly," Pam said. "Which... I could've known she would."

Date: 2025-02-21 07:00 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: jaded)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam shot him a wry look.

Harley didn't exactly function the way most people expected, did she?

"Because she feels I rejected her by stopping her before we had sex against the side of the building."

Date: 2025-02-22 05:18 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: curled lip)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
"No," Pam said. She reached for her tea. "Because now she feels like I don't care enough to have sex with her."

Date: 2025-02-22 06:38 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: i've got this)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam took a sip of her tea. "Harley spent years in a relationship with a sadistic psychopath who made her jump through hoops for his affection," she said. "My Harley has processed all of that. I don't think this one has. I also don't think her breakup with her me went... well..."
Edited Date: 2025-02-22 06:40 am (UTC)

Date: 2025-02-22 08:04 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (face: sideways dismissive)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam was silent for a moment.

She sighed.

"I hate seeing her cry."

Date: 2025-02-22 09:08 pm (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: curled lip)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
"You're annoyingly sensible, you know that?"

That was the extent of what she had, yes.

Date: 2025-02-22 09:17 pm (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (ivy: my home)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam shook her head. And then she sagged backwards, until she was laying prone on the floor.

She made a rattling noise that could charitably be called an extended "eugh".

Date: 2025-02-22 09:50 pm (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: curled lip)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
"I'm going to sound very whiny if I say 'why can't it ever be easy', huh," Pam told the ceiling.

Date: 2025-02-23 07:11 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (ivy: my home)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam blew out a little puff of a breath.

"Why can't it ever be easy?"

Date: 2025-02-23 09:47 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: casual aside)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam looked over at him, wry look written all over her face. "It sucks," she agreed. "Don't you ever get tempted to just hide out in your grove for a while?"

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