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neutral_omensTime: August 8, 2000
Place: In the gardens, then the pool room.
Status: Public- Shadow, Pepper, others
Summary: Shadow mopes, then gets invited to play pool.
Shadow went beyond the regular part of the gardens and found a bench secluded off behind several thick rose bushes. He resisted putting his head in his hands, because it seemed too maudlin and cliché, instead leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees.
He stared morosely at a tree, feeling like shit. A part of him was disappointed in the way he had acted at the bar… but truthfully not a very large part. How else was a man supposed to act when suddenly faced with his wife’s murderer?
His thoughts drifted to another time when he’d been reduced to such rage for Laura. This one had ended better than that… the others had fought back physically (and one with a knife) and hadn’t had a small pregnant woman to come to their rescue. Shadow had paid the price for that… the price now was at once much less and yet, in a way, heavier.
He missed Laura. He missed the life they had had together before the robbery and he missed, too, his dreams in prison, when he had known that she was waiting for him.
He missed his rock solid belief in her love.
No. He wasn’t going to let anger with Loki ruin the peace he had made with that, and he wasn’t going to sully his memories of Laura with jealousy. He had forgiven her. She had loved him. She would have been there for him when he came home- she’d told him that she had broken it off. It had just been a fling. She had needed someone. She’d been alone and lonesome.
You were alone too, a small voice whispered in his mind. Shadow quashed the thought.
Place: In the gardens, then the pool room.
Status: Public- Shadow, Pepper, others
Summary: Shadow mopes, then gets invited to play pool.
Shadow went beyond the regular part of the gardens and found a bench secluded off behind several thick rose bushes. He resisted putting his head in his hands, because it seemed too maudlin and cliché, instead leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees.
He stared morosely at a tree, feeling like shit. A part of him was disappointed in the way he had acted at the bar… but truthfully not a very large part. How else was a man supposed to act when suddenly faced with his wife’s murderer?
His thoughts drifted to another time when he’d been reduced to such rage for Laura. This one had ended better than that… the others had fought back physically (and one with a knife) and hadn’t had a small pregnant woman to come to their rescue. Shadow had paid the price for that… the price now was at once much less and yet, in a way, heavier.
He missed Laura. He missed the life they had had together before the robbery and he missed, too, his dreams in prison, when he had known that she was waiting for him.
He missed his rock solid belief in her love.
No. He wasn’t going to let anger with Loki ruin the peace he had made with that, and he wasn’t going to sully his memories of Laura with jealousy. He had forgiven her. She had loved him. She would have been there for him when he came home- she’d told him that she had broken it off. It had just been a fling. She had needed someone. She’d been alone and lonesome.
You were alone too, a small voice whispered in his mind. Shadow quashed the thought.
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:41 pm (UTC)He watched the coin spin in the air a moment, caught it on its way down and slapped it onto his arm.
"Tails it is," he told her. "You break, I pour."
He opened the two bottles and deftly poured the Murphy's Stout he had chosen into the two glasses, then moved to join Pippin at the table.
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:52 pm (UTC)crack
Did. Wow. Her breaks were seldom that good, but two red balls went straight for the pockets and the yellow didn't dare. Everything scattered across the table, and the setup was good. "Guess I'm red," she told him. She tried to take another shot, but it failed miserably, as she had figured. "And it looks to be your turn."
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Date: 2006-11-16 05:15 pm (UTC)True to his word, Shadow was very good at pool, and sank three yellow balls in rapid secession, narrowly missing the forth. He shrugged and motioned for Pippin to step up to the table again.
"So how's the beer?" he asked.