http://conflictedhero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] conflictedhero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-05-05 07:10 am

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In one booth, sitting with his back against a wall, is a Bruce. His legs are stretched out in front of him on the bench of the booth and a book is laid face down on those legs. A large mug of something vaguely like coffee sits and stews on the table as he sits with his head hack against the wall, watching, sometimes, the passing crowds.

Most of the time he has spent here has been in refuge, relaxation, and seeking hope, chasing ideas and cure dreams. Even though he still researches, he now sees also darker shadows here. For his curse has followed him, and this place no longer offers complete refuge from nightmares long carried.

This morning, red eyes are the eyes that peer out from behind glasses at the crowd, and he sits, and thinks, and wonders what will happen next.

[identity profile] mollyprewett.livejournal.com 2006-05-05 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly nods, and wipes at her damp eyes.

"I hope that the things you managed to get help you. It was such a blur after we got off of the train, I hope it's all there."

[identity profile] mollyprewett.livejournal.com 2006-05-05 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll be fine. I have Cain to focus some of my attention on. I was going to ask the Bar or Tonks or Ginny for some potions ingredients... I really should keep some Dreamless Sleep and Calming Draught on hand. Those would help."

[identity profile] mollyprewett.livejournal.com 2006-05-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. And... the same goes for you. Now that I know what it's really like for you... if you need to talk, or whatever, you're welcome here."

[identity profile] mollyprewett.livejournal.com 2006-05-05 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure."

She hates that it's so awkward between them. But how couldn it not be, after everything that's happened to them?