01-13-2015, 08:17 AM
He was already looking over her shoulder even before she finished expressing her eagerness to see him again. The people behind her were rearranging themselves to accommodate two individuals about to leave: his two shadow friends. In a moment Dane would sift through the bodies as well and pour from the room like sand through broken glass. His eagerness spiked as well, but the anticipation had nothing to do with Lucy. Days under Damien's thumb and he was finally going to stretch his wings. Not as his Mockingbird moniker, but as Dane Gregory, someone to dismiss as yet another queer twat on the verge of shitting his pants, or so the other kids would say. What would they say now? This one in the hospital waiting for him probably had a few things to add; Dane liked to coax it out of them before correcting their misinformation.
He walked away from Lucy without taking her contact information. She was nothing important. Not when greater lures beckoned.
He walked away from Lucy without taking her contact information. She was nothing important. Not when greater lures beckoned.