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paradisalogs2012-05-14 06:34 pm
exanimatus) wrote in paradisalogs2012-05-14 06:34 pm
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holy water cannot help you now
Who: Morgana & Zelman
What: Oh they're just innocently talking. :3c
When: T-Technically back on like, the 3rd.
Where: Out in town.
Rating: .....Unsure. Will change if needed.
Nevermind that they haven't really spoken before this, and that to his knowledge, she doesn't know what his name is or what he looks like--he has no doubts that they would have run into each other soon enough anyway. Morgana seems like a very interesting type, now that she's been home and back again. Arthur suggested as much (though not directly, and not really as intended).
So Zelman's just waiting around by the fountain in the town square, ignoring the people buzzing around him, ignoring the sun against his face and the way that everything smells now that he hasn't eaten properly in a while. He busies himself with thinking, ticking through ideas, constructing how this might go, paging through previous entries in the journal to pluck up a few new thoughts--all while keeping an eye out for his playdate, of course.
If she doesn't find him, he'll find her.
What: Oh they're just innocently talking. :3c
When: T-Technically back on like, the 3rd.
Where: Out in town.
Rating: .....Unsure. Will change if needed.
Nevermind that they haven't really spoken before this, and that to his knowledge, she doesn't know what his name is or what he looks like--he has no doubts that they would have run into each other soon enough anyway. Morgana seems like a very interesting type, now that she's been home and back again. Arthur suggested as much (though not directly, and not really as intended).
So Zelman's just waiting around by the fountain in the town square, ignoring the people buzzing around him, ignoring the sun against his face and the way that everything smells now that he hasn't eaten properly in a while. He busies himself with thinking, ticking through ideas, constructing how this might go, paging through previous entries in the journal to pluck up a few new thoughts--all while keeping an eye out for his playdate, of course.
If she doesn't find him, he'll find her.