There's Something in the Water | Arty

[Lena Kirsten Cordell]

GIVE ME SOMETHING FUN TO DO LIKE A LIFE OF LOVING YOU

When you had spent a good part of the last five and a half years looking after your children, rarely separated from them, you were left feeling a little lost when they suddenly weren’t there to mother any more. Lena knew Diego would look after their children, but she couldn’t say she wouldn’t be looking forward to when they were coming back home. She wasn’t sure what to do with the sudden abundance of free time she had, even riding couldn’t fill up the empty space and preoccupy her. So that afternoon, she had decided to take Thor for a walk, to the park.

She walked from Charlie’s house, not finding the need to drive all the way there, since the distance was rather short as it was. What she hadn’t counted on, however, was the sudden onset of almost torrential rain that began pouring down a while after she had entered the actual park itself. Without an umbrella on her, she thought she was just going to have to keep walking in the rain, until through it all, she spotted a gazebo (belvedere, bower, kiosk, platform, rotunda, summerhouse, whatever you want to call it) off to one side of the path.

Breaking into a jog, she headed in its direction, the black Labrador loping along happily beside her, obviously enjoying the rain, not that it was to much avail, she had already been soaked right through to the skin by the time she actually spotted the shelter. Taking the two short wooden steps leading up onto the raised platform in one stride, she stopped, attempting to squeeze a little of the water out of her hair as the dog stopped beside her, giving a massive shuddering shake, spraying his already wet owner with wet dog scented water droplets.

“Much appreciated,” she told him, tones dry.

KISS ME QUICK NOW BABY I'M STILL CRAZY OVER YOU

Tagged Jack
Words 306
Muse Don't Ever - Missy Higgins
Notes Have I ever mentioned how much I hate opening posts? Hope I gave you something to work with, was sort of just running with whatever my fingers/brain decided to type xD

[stilton]

There wasn’t much for me to do, Theo had been making a point – or so it seemed – on using me as much as possible now I was in town to prove to himself that he had a better valet than Harper’s Patterson (a valet I had heard of at the club although had never bumped into) but now he had ran out of uses for me short of dragging me out on a walk and had admitted that perhaps I ought to take an afternoon ‘off’. That being to make sure I was available if needed of a sudden. Unlikely but it didn’t change the fact this was a privilege not to be exploited. I was generally given plenty of spare time, but while Theo thought of these as relaxing and generous breaks he tended to forget that if he wanted driven somewhere or needed his socks pressed I had to remain at the tap of a button.

I had therefore, as I had no flat or house of my own in the States, made my escape by heading do the park. In order to feel a little more casual, although I had remained in my work gear, I had dropped the bowler and my suit jacket, replacing it instead with a heavy coat as well as moderately more casual footwear. The unfortunate thing about ‘heavy coats’ is that I am not used to wearing them, priding myself on my resistance to the cold I began to feel I was overheating within minutes therefore I removed the jacket – to the evident astonishment of an elderly woman who I greeted with a smiling ‘Good day’.

I had been in the park little more than fifteen minutes when the dark clouds which had been hovering threateningly above let loose their load. It took mere seconds to soak me through to the skin, white shirts not known for their skills at water deflection, feeling appropriately Mr Darcy I increased the pace of my walk, I was hardly going to get dry staying out in this so I began searching around for some form of shelter. It took getting rather more soggy before I came across a gazebo already occupied by a lab and a blonde woman, perhaps around my age?

I would hate to be thought someone who would miss an opportunity so – coat still clamped under one arm – I jogged gently the remainder of the way up to the shelter and grinned as I caught the woman’s arm. Playing the LOOK I’M ENGLISH card, I grin broadly – I don’t imagine Theodore thinks my mouth can even get into that shape – and run a hand through the hair plastered to my head, “And I left Britain to get away from the sudden downpours?”

Words: 460
Tagged: I-IR-IRI-IRIS-IRISH
Notes: Replieeeeed. Now going to go steal your plot pages.
Outfit: Will get done next post (wool dark overcoat (not worn), white shirt, skinny but not terribly so trousers (also dark), shoes seen in post on Rusting at bar)

[Lena Kirsten Cordell]

GIVE ME SOMETHING FUN TO DO LIKE A LIFE OF LOVING YOU

Thor didn’t seem to care, instead, at my words, jumped on up on his hind legs, leaning his front paws against my hips, tail wagging wildly as he reached the short distance up to my face to stick his own face in it, licking me straight on the cheek. As if I weren’t wet enough already. “Ugh, you have horrible breath, dog,” I complained, pushing his big black head away playfully, nothing the dog did ever really annoyed me...unless you counted jumping on the bed early morning to wake me up because he wanted attention. I was nearly unbalanced as he dropped his front paws back down onto the ground, leaning heavily against my leg, panting, the dog was almost as tall as me standing upright, and wasn’t much lighter to boot.

Thor noticed the saturated man before I did, only realising when I felt a touch on my arm and a voice near my right ear. The Labrador, in his usual fashion, didn’t bark, just stood, watching the stranger curiously, never one to get aggressive in any way unless there was need for it – although I didn’t doubt that if someone approached my children, he would be a lot more vocal. The man, who seemed to be around my own age, perhaps a little older, grinned broadly at me, obviously he had been stuck in the same predicament as myself, walking in the park without any form of rain protection on him. The fact he was carrying his coat rather than wearing it surprised me, personally I was cold, the weather had been horrible lately, and even the jacket that I was wearing now wasn’t keeping the cold out after being soaked.

I smiled back. “I’m afraid you came at the wrong time of year to avoid that,” I answered, a joking tone to my voice. Quite honestly I was more used to it snowing around this time of year, I hadn’t had a winter in Addison yet, in fact, I had only been here a few months. Well, the British accent he spoke in gave me an idea of why he was walking around in few layers, I presumed the weather here didn’t get nearly as cold in winter as it did in England, somewhere I had only been as a small child and didn’t have any memories from.

KISS ME QUICK NOW BABY I'M STILL CRAZY OVER YOU

Tagged Jack
Words 391
Muse Novella - Funeral For A Friend
Notes Oh look. A reply xD