Snippet - As if he communed
Jul. 2nd, 2007 01:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wilderthanFandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter four
Quality: Unchecked
Characters: Barney, John
Barney didn't see John approaching. He was lost in drawing, almost frowning in concentration as he held his sketch book awkwardly balanced on his knee, sketching with the other hand. For a moment, John just watched him, and then rather than leaning over him to look at it, potentially getting in the way of the light, he moved to sit beside him and wait. Barney looked up then, though, his eyes dancing. "John! Hi. I didn't see you come up."
"P'nawn da," John said, smiling. Barney liked the way he smiled: his whole face came to life, his eyes smiling too, little crinkles showing around them. He grinned back.
"Good afternoon, right?"
John nodded. "Right, indeed."
"It is a good afternoon, even after last night's storm," Barney said, happily. "I mean, sometimes people say good afternoon and really, it's miserable. But it's nice today. The sun's up, the ground isn't even wet. It's like last night was just a dream."
"More like a nightmare," John said, smiling again. "It was a wild night."
"Kind of scary," Barney agreed. He looked down at his sketch book, frowning to himself, and beginning to add some more detail. John watched, intrigued by his intense concentration. It reminded him somewhat of the way Barney had looked the day before, as he and Will stepped into the room -- as if he communed with someone else, let them use his hands as that other voice had come through him.
For: Loyalty chapter four
Quality: Unchecked
Characters: Barney, John
Barney didn't see John approaching. He was lost in drawing, almost frowning in concentration as he held his sketch book awkwardly balanced on his knee, sketching with the other hand. For a moment, John just watched him, and then rather than leaning over him to look at it, potentially getting in the way of the light, he moved to sit beside him and wait. Barney looked up then, though, his eyes dancing. "John! Hi. I didn't see you come up."
"P'nawn da," John said, smiling. Barney liked the way he smiled: his whole face came to life, his eyes smiling too, little crinkles showing around them. He grinned back.
"Good afternoon, right?"
John nodded. "Right, indeed."
"It is a good afternoon, even after last night's storm," Barney said, happily. "I mean, sometimes people say good afternoon and really, it's miserable. But it's nice today. The sun's up, the ground isn't even wet. It's like last night was just a dream."
"More like a nightmare," John said, smiling again. "It was a wild night."
"Kind of scary," Barney agreed. He looked down at his sketch book, frowning to himself, and beginning to add some more detail. John watched, intrigued by his intense concentration. It reminded him somewhat of the way Barney had looked the day before, as he and Will stepped into the room -- as if he communed with someone else, let them use his hands as that other voice had come through him.
