Post by nat on Mar 29, 2020 14:51:11 GMT -8
DAWN GRANGER
DOVE
DOVE
Dawn blew lightly on her coffee, watching the steam sway in the air briefly before returning to its original path. The little cafe on the edge of campus was bustling with fellow students grabbing a pick-me-up in-between classes or wishing to enjoy a hot beverage as they study. The atmosphere wasn't currently the most quiet, which was why Dawn tended to prefer to study in her apartment. She wasn't here for studying anyway, though.
Across from her sat Hank Hall: her partner, her friend, her "complicated." He looked bored out of his mind. He'd downed his coffee in a few quick gulps, making Dawn wince in sympathy for his throat. Now, he was spinning his mug around on the table, the grinding sound of the ceramic against the wood starting to drive Dawn kinda nuts.
The mug was in the middle of another spin, when she reached out and grabbed the object, stilling it. She let out a sigh. "Would you like a refill?" Hank gave her a look, because she knew what he really wanted: to go back to bed. Nevermind it was the middle of the afternoon.
They'd admittedly had a late night last night with the Birds of Prey. The team had taken on about five stories full of smugglers who dabbled in everything from drugs to illegal weaponry to people. While her preference was always for a nonviolent resolution to conflict, there was always something at least a little satisfying about kicking the asses of those kind of people.
She released Hank's mug, leaned back in her chair, and brought her own cup to her lips, now that the temperature was no longer scalding. Last night's mission had been successful, but long as well. They were both now only going off a few hours of sleep, so she couldn't blame Hank for wanting to sleep the day away. She'd seriously considered skipping her classes for the day, as well.
But something--a sort of instinct from deep in her gut--told her not to leave him alone: not to let him stew in his dark apartment all day. There'd been something off about him since he came back from the dead: like all the turmoil he normally carried within him had only increased. It worried her and frustrated her even more that she didn't know what to do about it. It was her job, wasn't it, to bring peace to his chaos? She wasn't sure she was doing such a good job of that, lately.
Nevertheless, it'd only taken some minor prying and literal dragging on her part to get him to accompany her to the cafe before her classes. She'd been hoping the quaint little cafe would help him relax, but he seemed just as amped up as ever.
She checked the time on her phone and let out another sigh. "Class starts soon." She rose from her seat, mug in hand. "I'll see you later, Hank." She didn't mean to let her exhaustion creep into her voice, but it had. Something--guilt, she thought--flickered across Hank's face, but she was already stepping away toward the counter to get a to-go cup. They'd talk later, she promised herself. She wasn't giving up on him--wasn't sure if she ever could, but right now, she needed to take some time to find her own peace first.
Across from her sat Hank Hall: her partner, her friend, her "complicated." He looked bored out of his mind. He'd downed his coffee in a few quick gulps, making Dawn wince in sympathy for his throat. Now, he was spinning his mug around on the table, the grinding sound of the ceramic against the wood starting to drive Dawn kinda nuts.
The mug was in the middle of another spin, when she reached out and grabbed the object, stilling it. She let out a sigh. "Would you like a refill?" Hank gave her a look, because she knew what he really wanted: to go back to bed. Nevermind it was the middle of the afternoon.
They'd admittedly had a late night last night with the Birds of Prey. The team had taken on about five stories full of smugglers who dabbled in everything from drugs to illegal weaponry to people. While her preference was always for a nonviolent resolution to conflict, there was always something at least a little satisfying about kicking the asses of those kind of people.
She released Hank's mug, leaned back in her chair, and brought her own cup to her lips, now that the temperature was no longer scalding. Last night's mission had been successful, but long as well. They were both now only going off a few hours of sleep, so she couldn't blame Hank for wanting to sleep the day away. She'd seriously considered skipping her classes for the day, as well.
But something--a sort of instinct from deep in her gut--told her not to leave him alone: not to let him stew in his dark apartment all day. There'd been something off about him since he came back from the dead: like all the turmoil he normally carried within him had only increased. It worried her and frustrated her even more that she didn't know what to do about it. It was her job, wasn't it, to bring peace to his chaos? She wasn't sure she was doing such a good job of that, lately.
Nevertheless, it'd only taken some minor prying and literal dragging on her part to get him to accompany her to the cafe before her classes. She'd been hoping the quaint little cafe would help him relax, but he seemed just as amped up as ever.
She checked the time on her phone and let out another sigh. "Class starts soon." She rose from her seat, mug in hand. "I'll see you later, Hank." She didn't mean to let her exhaustion creep into her voice, but it had. Something--guilt, she thought--flickered across Hank's face, but she was already stepping away toward the counter to get a to-go cup. They'd talk later, she promised herself. She wasn't giving up on him--wasn't sure if she ever could, but right now, she needed to take some time to find her own peace first.
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