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The Deck, Weds. Afternoon
Wednesday, May 31st, 2017 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boneyard_girlIt was warm out, it was only partly-cloudy at times, and best of all, it wasn't fucking raining. For once.
Spring on the East Coast was almost as miserable as winter for Ada, just in a different way.
So Ada had dragged some pillows and a picnic blanket out on to the deck, and was stretched out in a patch of sunshine to try and soak up as much of the warmth as she could with a generic smutty novel for entertainment.
She'd dart back inside if it started raining, but for now, Ada was going to enjoy being outside, and not locked in by walls of stone.
[So open!]
Spring on the East Coast was almost as miserable as winter for Ada, just in a different way.
So Ada had dragged some pillows and a picnic blanket out on to the deck, and was stretched out in a patch of sunshine to try and soak up as much of the warmth as she could with a generic smutty novel for entertainment.
She'd dart back inside if it started raining, but for now, Ada was going to enjoy being outside, and not locked in by walls of stone.
[So open!]