Claire Bennet (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adamantined) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2009-05-03 09:04 pm
adamantined) wrote in tampered2009-05-03 09:04 pm
log; on-going
When; Wednesday evening, May 6th | pre-dated
Rating; PG? IDK
Characters; Jamie Madrox (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crackwise) & Claire Bennet (adamantined)
Summary; Some conversations are just better over spilled milk.
Log;
She spends too much time in the kitchen, endlessly running through recipes and cleaning and rearranging things. It's what her mother used to do in Odessa and, to some extent, in Costa Verde. There's nothing boiling and Claire isn't actually cleaning or making anything for once in her life, her laptop open and glowing on the marble counter that she's pulled herself up to. Somewhere in the apartment, Mr. Muggles pads softly from room to room, dragging someone's dirty sock behind him like a war prize, the spoils of some victory pulled from Zach's hamper. It almost feels normal, and it would feel normal if it weren't the exact opposite of what she's come to know these past few months. Then again, life has never been socially normal for anyone in this City, least of all her.
Claire checks the digital clock on her desktop and rolls her bare foot against the bottom wrung of her chair, curling her toes. Waiting is a patient game for patient people, and while Claire is patient enough, she has her drawbacks, and she has her faults, and if looking out the window every five minutes isn't telling enough then her endless fidgeting is. For once, she's glad that the apartment is empty, that the sun is low over the City, and that she checked the Hall this morning before heading to work.
It's uncertain if it's excitement, anxiety, or terror that pulls her intestines when she hears the knock at the door, but either way she's off the chair in an instant, bumping her hip hard against the counter as she slams the laptop shut. She has to stand on her tiptoes to reach the peep hole, but for as long as it takes to get to the door and see Jamie on the other side of the warped scope, she's that much quicker in unchaining the thing and pulling it back, her smile rushed and caught on the end of an exhale.
"You're back."
Rating; PG? IDK
Characters; Jamie Madrox (
crackwise) & Claire Bennet (adamantined)Summary; Some conversations are just better over spilled milk.
Log;
She spends too much time in the kitchen, endlessly running through recipes and cleaning and rearranging things. It's what her mother used to do in Odessa and, to some extent, in Costa Verde. There's nothing boiling and Claire isn't actually cleaning or making anything for once in her life, her laptop open and glowing on the marble counter that she's pulled herself up to. Somewhere in the apartment, Mr. Muggles pads softly from room to room, dragging someone's dirty sock behind him like a war prize, the spoils of some victory pulled from Zach's hamper. It almost feels normal, and it would feel normal if it weren't the exact opposite of what she's come to know these past few months. Then again, life has never been socially normal for anyone in this City, least of all her.
Claire checks the digital clock on her desktop and rolls her bare foot against the bottom wrung of her chair, curling her toes. Waiting is a patient game for patient people, and while Claire is patient enough, she has her drawbacks, and she has her faults, and if looking out the window every five minutes isn't telling enough then her endless fidgeting is. For once, she's glad that the apartment is empty, that the sun is low over the City, and that she checked the Hall this morning before heading to work.
It's uncertain if it's excitement, anxiety, or terror that pulls her intestines when she hears the knock at the door, but either way she's off the chair in an instant, bumping her hip hard against the counter as she slams the laptop shut. She has to stand on her tiptoes to reach the peep hole, but for as long as it takes to get to the door and see Jamie on the other side of the warped scope, she's that much quicker in unchaining the thing and pulling it back, her smile rushed and caught on the end of an exhale.
"You're back."