The more things change...
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphIt's a mild night, all things considered. The weather is as even keeled as the Scotland of the Wizarding world is this time of year, and Raph is glad for it. He's glad for the partly cloudy skies, and the chill-yet-not-cold air that breezes past him...and the wounds newly opened on his knuckles.
Yes, he truly wouldn't be Raph if he metabolized his rage using completely healthy means. And there are fewer things less healthy for knuckles than being used to punch brick walls.
They tend to be unforgiving, brick walls.
Kind of like some blondes he knows, Raph muses to himself with a dry chuckle.
"'Least with walls you know where you stand," he says to no one in particular, before lifting the pilfered bottle of Jack to his lips and downing a sizable gulp. He wipes the corner of his mouth with the part of his free hand that isn't currently bleeding, and gives his surroundings a good once over.
It's been a long time since he's been up on this roof. His roof. Even longer since he's sat, legs dangling over the edge, with a bottle of his favorite spirit close at hand.
"fuck."
Yes, he truly wouldn't be Raph if he metabolized his rage using completely healthy means. And there are fewer things less healthy for knuckles than being used to punch brick walls.
They tend to be unforgiving, brick walls.
Kind of like some blondes he knows, Raph muses to himself with a dry chuckle.
"'Least with walls you know where you stand," he says to no one in particular, before lifting the pilfered bottle of Jack to his lips and downing a sizable gulp. He wipes the corner of his mouth with the part of his free hand that isn't currently bleeding, and gives his surroundings a good once over.
It's been a long time since he's been up on this roof. His roof. Even longer since he's sat, legs dangling over the edge, with a bottle of his favorite spirit close at hand.
"fuck."
no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 12:38 am (UTC)"an adventure, eh? could do with somethin' that ain't just...sittin'. kinda wanna run."
Raph's legs come up, and in one slow motion he rolls backwards until he's managed to right himself into a kneeling position.
"Wish there was more roofs. You up for tag."
He turns towards Alanna and just grins.
"Or apple."
no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 04:05 am (UTC)Beat.
"Or apple?"
She's not entirely sure how to answer that question. One is a game, the other is a delicious fruit that makes delicious cider.
"Yes."
What could POSSIBLY go wrong that they couldn't handle?
no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 04:22 am (UTC)"Apple's like Keep Away. Get an apple, keep, an' eat the apple before someone can take it from you. Played it all the time as kids."
no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 04:27 am (UTC)Alanna wrinkles her nose.
"Not sure we gave it a name, though. Mostly it was me playing keep away from Thom."
She grins and says "Yes" again. "That."
With a grunt, Alanna stands. Immediately her arms go out to the sides for balance.
"Nnnnngh." Beat. "'Kay."
no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 04:33 am (UTC)"Woah. woah. Okay...okay. Okay. Now...now we need an apple."
no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 02:19 pm (UTC)"Who knows a shortcut to the kitchens?"
And she's off, tossing over her shoulder, "This knight, that's who."
Mission accomplished: Raph is no longer sulking on the rooftop, and if they are lucky they might even both survive the night.