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The Pool; Sunday Afternoon [01/12].
Sunday, January 12th, 2020 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
white_oleanderThings were starting to fall into place; things were starting to feel a little normal...for Fandom, anyway. It was hard to believe it was only a week ago that Astrid had been stuck inside a volcano. And a little more than a week before that, she had been in California, Claire was still alive, and all she really worried about was whether or not Claire would like her Christmas present, although Astrid knew she'd say she loved it, even if she didn't.
And now?
She had a few things she could be doing, she supposed. The wall in the room was still black, still waiting for her to decide what it would be next. She had bought some gloves for work, and some thread to embroider flowers onto them, but for now they were just sitting on her bed. And Astrid herself had gone down to the pool, stretched herself out on a float, and just let it drift around the pool in the dorm basement, two small jewels that she'd taken from the bag in the freezer that she was positive Ron wouldn't even know were gone resting against her eyes.
Just floating, just doing nothing, losing track of the time on a Sunday that seemed too long already.
What was time, anyway?
[[ with apologies for my dramatic little emo blonde. Open pool is open! Work related SP likely, but good god, I just got in and I already hate everything -_- ]]
And now?
She had a few things she could be doing, she supposed. The wall in the room was still black, still waiting for her to decide what it would be next. She had bought some gloves for work, and some thread to embroider flowers onto them, but for now they were just sitting on her bed. And Astrid herself had gone down to the pool, stretched herself out on a float, and just let it drift around the pool in the dorm basement, two small jewels that she'd taken from the bag in the freezer that she was positive Ron wouldn't even know were gone resting against her eyes.
Just floating, just doing nothing, losing track of the time on a Sunday that seemed too long already.
What was time, anyway?
[[ with apologies for my dramatic little emo blonde. Open pool is open! Work related SP likely, but good god, I just got in and I already hate everything -_- ]]