Baby's Breath
(Four of Five 'Flowers')
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She leaned, for a moment, against the rain-slicked bricks of the wall, feeling the rough stone through her jacket. For reasons she did not entirely understand Angel had found her feet guiding her through the rain to the M.P. offices.
She smiled, slightly, cradling the small bouquet to her chest. "Maybe," she murmured, and swept a tendril of pale hair behind her ear.
Somehow, she felt it would not matter to him how bedraggled she was - that gruff policeman who had understood her.
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He closed the door to his office and it, as always, hooked oddly, as he tucked the dark brown cap firmly over his smooth scalp; it was only because of that damn door hooking that he even noticed her.
She was dripping water on the carpeting as she stepped cautiously forward, blonde hair flattened by the rain; he still felt self-conscious when she saw him.
"Dastun, isn't it?" she asked softly, offering a tiny smile.
Dastun straightened his bulk and nodded. "Yes." By all rights, he was supposed to arrest her for involvement with the explosions, but somehow--
She smiled again, a little brighter. "Thank-you," she said, and, gently, handed him a glistening bouquet of white flowers.
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Continuity: Hypothetical; set after 09.28.03.
Disclaimer: Unsurprisingly, I still do not own any of the characters, situations, or locations of Big O and instead must admit they are owned by Sunrise. 'Flowers' and all its situations is mine.
(Four of Five 'Flowers')
--
-
She leaned, for a moment, against the rain-slicked bricks of the wall, feeling the rough stone through her jacket. For reasons she did not entirely understand Angel had found her feet guiding her through the rain to the M.P. offices.
She smiled, slightly, cradling the small bouquet to her chest. "Maybe," she murmured, and swept a tendril of pale hair behind her ear.
Somehow, she felt it would not matter to him how bedraggled she was - that gruff policeman who had understood her.
-
He closed the door to his office and it, as always, hooked oddly, as he tucked the dark brown cap firmly over his smooth scalp; it was only because of that damn door hooking that he even noticed her.
She was dripping water on the carpeting as she stepped cautiously forward, blonde hair flattened by the rain; he still felt self-conscious when she saw him.
"Dastun, isn't it?" she asked softly, offering a tiny smile.
Dastun straightened his bulk and nodded. "Yes." By all rights, he was supposed to arrest her for involvement with the explosions, but somehow--
She smiled again, a little brighter. "Thank-you," she said, and, gently, handed him a glistening bouquet of white flowers.
--
-
Continuity: Hypothetical; set after 09.28.03.
Disclaimer: Unsurprisingly, I still do not own any of the characters, situations, or locations of Big O and instead must admit they are owned by Sunrise. 'Flowers' and all its situations is mine.