buy yourself another day

[impetuous]

Who: Gwaine and you
What: Random encounters
When: Saturday morning
Where: Near the gallery in town


[ Wearing modern clothing for once (sweatpants and a T-shirt that aren't his), Gwaine bounces a small, pink ball against the wall. Whenever it strikes something—wall, ground or his hand—lights arc inside it. A curious little toy, but Gwaine barely looks at it. He sits on the middle step, eyes unfocused. To any observer, his mind appears to be elsewhere. He has managed to recover a semblance of healthy coloring, but the bags under his eyes mark how fitful his sleep remains. He finds it difficult to concentrate on even simple tasks. Thus he misses his next catch and the ball bounces against the door behind him. It rolls away from him. ]

Comments

[impetuous]

[ He almost stops breathing entirely when he sees her. Of all the people he could have expected to see, Morgana is a dark shadow of a hope. Someone he does not know whether he even wants to see.

Stubbornness he mastered; perseverance slipped from him.

He watches her approach. Courtesy takes over and he stands. ]

The wonders of fresh air.

[scinlae]

[ She, for one, wants to see him as much as she does not. It is a such a nice conflict that often keeps her awake more often than her dreams.

Expecting him to be consistent would be hypocritical of her.

Finally regarding him she holds out the ball for him to take. ]

A shame it has done nothing to help your throwing arm.

[impetuous]

[ Groaning, he avoids accidentally touching her as he takes it. ]

You can't judge me on one bad toss. Don't the thousands of excellent prior throws count for something?

[scinlae]

I would not call them excellent.

[impetuous]

Fantastic then?

[scinlae]

Hardly.

[impetuous]

At least give me "decent."

[scinlae]

[ She shrugs. ] I suppose.

[impetuous]

Thank you. My decent throwing skills appreciate this. [ He clears his throat. ] What brings you out today?

[scinlae]

[ She hesitates, her original purposes for coming out long since lost after she found him. ]

The fresh air.

[impetuous]

All this way? Air is fresher over here.

[scinlae]

Indeed. [ Shut up Gwaine. Shut. Up. ]

[impetuous]

[ Teasing: ] Did you want to sit to enjoy this cleansing air or do you prefer to remain standing?

[scinlae]

[ To sit with him or to continue standing, what a terrible decision. She decides after a moment, despite her better judgement, to brush past him and seat herself down. ]

[impetuous]

[ He's smirking slightly as he sits down next to her. ]

Air's even better down here I've found.

[scinlae]

You can stop it now, Gwaine. [ Seriously, or she is going to smack you. Or something. ] We both know there is little difference between the air up there and the air down here.

[impetuous]

Except one's up there and the other's down here. [ Before she does actually smack him or something, he holds up his hands in sign of surrender. ] That was the last I'll say of it. I promise.

[scinlae]

[ She shakes her head, lips twitching into a ghost of a smile. Idiot. ]

[impetuous]

[ Bouncing the ball on the ground once, the lights inside flicker on. He throws it against the wall and manages to catch it on its return. ]

[scinlae]

You appear to have gotten your ability to catch back.

[impetuous]

And it's fantastic. [ He tosses the ball lightly to her. ] Let's see you try.

[scinlae]

[ .... WHY?

Fine, alright, she'll humor him. She rolls it around in her hand before she throws it against the wall. It bounces although she nearly misses it on the return.

Welp. ]

[impetuous]

[ To say or not to say something. While he debates, he smiles pointedly at her. He might be waggling eyebrows too. ]

[scinlae]

[ No. Don't. Stop. ]

You are wise to keep silent. [ Here, have your stupid ball back. ]

[impetuous]

I have my moments.

[ He takes it and bounces it twice against the floor. He lifts it to examine the dancing lights inside. ]

If it wasn't a friend's, I'd probably have cut it open already to see how it works.