[Things had settled a bit. Archie was still quiet and withdrawn, but he was eating again. Walking. Even occasionally smiling. Buffy and Jack were healthy and whole. Hollom had managed to smile more than he jumped when he was around her, and the new feathers had begun to feel like they weren't quite so new anymore. Really, it was a good day. Good enough for her to leave House 7 and the sailors and the Britannia and to head to her studio for the first time that week.
Walking down alongside the river, she'd stopped to scoop up a small, smooth stone she'd seen in the shallows when Guy's shuffling form caught her eye.
She paused, half bent, to watch the way his steps moved...forward, forward, back. A pause. Forward again. Aimless and slow.
She'd seen him drunk, before, half naked in the bristling cold fountain. She'd seen him in a panick, tossing book after book into the open fire.
She'd never seen him like this.
Fingers dripping, stone forgotten, she turned away from the river to face the spy]
Backdated to March 31 - Action
Walking down alongside the river, she'd stopped to scoop up a small, smooth stone she'd seen in the shallows when Guy's shuffling form caught her eye.
She paused, half bent, to watch the way his steps moved...forward, forward, back. A pause. Forward again. Aimless and slow.
She'd seen him drunk, before, half naked in the bristling cold fountain. She'd seen him in a panick, tossing book after book into the open fire.
She'd never seen him like this.
Fingers dripping, stone forgotten, she turned away from the river to face the spy]
Guy?