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drabble: grimm & lobco; remember me
Aug. 6th, 2020 05:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justsomeshrimpLunatia at night was a sight that Lobco doesn’t think she would ever get tired of. The sky was a canvas of black ink, but all around them were bright lights in hues of pink, purple and cyan. The storm had cleared the road of both vehicles and but a few stragglers darting to their destination. Watching the soaring skyscrapers through a curtain of rain, nearly drowned out music coming from one of the nearby stores was mesmerizing.
She could close her eyes and drift off to this, but she was equally tempted to run out into the rain. To run and jump and slap around would be so much fun and remind her of all those rainy days of her tropical home.
That said she was glad to also enjoy just watching it from the comfort of this bus stop with it’s glass walls and seating—largely because of her present company.
“You can teleport home if you want, you don’t have to stay here with me.” She assures.
“I am enjoying my time with you, and Grimmchild is in good hands with the Knight. You need not worry for me. Besides it would be quite rude of me to leave you stuck out here, alone.”
Grimm, as always, was one who she felt as peace with. Among most others in her life, even those she considered friends there were few she could enjoy such close quarters and silence with. Her gaze turned to him by her side, much like her he was fascinated by the sight and regarded the way the rain cast the world into a colorful haze with an appreciative eye. It was probably silly of her, but she couldn’t help but be oddly happy to see it.
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She could close her eyes and drift off to this, but she was equally tempted to run out into the rain. To run and jump and slap around would be so much fun and remind her of all those rainy days of her tropical home.
That said she was glad to also enjoy just watching it from the comfort of this bus stop with it’s glass walls and seating—largely because of her present company.
“You can teleport home if you want, you don’t have to stay here with me.” She assures.
“I am enjoying my time with you, and Grimmchild is in good hands with the Knight. You need not worry for me. Besides it would be quite rude of me to leave you stuck out here, alone.”
Grimm, as always, was one who she felt as peace with. Among most others in her life, even those she considered friends there were few she could enjoy such close quarters and silence with. Her gaze turned to him by her side, much like her he was fascinated by the sight and regarded the way the rain cast the world into a colorful haze with an appreciative eye. It was probably silly of her, but she couldn’t help but be oddly happy to see it.
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