Sunday, April 3, 2011
I listen to Adrian with only half an ear. He's one of the good guys - better than me, and a hell of a lot better than Rath - but he likes to talk way too much. Me, I'm more of a doer; so I smile and grunt in the appropriate spaces and listen to what's going on elsewhere in the tavern.
Sounds like Ramji might get lucky a little later… I hear them making plans for tomorrow night. Good for him. He's a bit of a sobersides, but he's one of the good guys, too, and Laila might be just what he needs to loosen him up a bit. And Laila, God knows, can stand to have some good experiences with someone who actually cares for her.
A certain redheaded healer might be getting lucky, too… I hear her and Traeger talking and laughing; he's trying to tease her into staying the night…. I admire Rowan. I don't know how she does what she does. She manages a schedule that would break most men, has damn near no private life, but she still manages to be so damn optimistic…. It's like she's perpetually expecting people to be better than they really are - or is that just the cynic talking?
Alise and Stoney are discussing getting a room ready for Laila at the cottage, getting the old man to rework the wards there so Laila can come and go as needed… There's another couple that works really well together… seems to be a lot of that going around… not that I have anything to complain about myself.
To tell the truth, I'm pretty damn lucky. I have a woman that I love, who loves me, who doesn't want me to be something I'm not. That's rare, brother. I have Gareth, too, who also doesn't do the jealousy thing, who loves Raina almost as much as I do.
I haven't had this much good luck at one time since I was Turned… and that cynical part of me wonders when it'll all come crashing down around my ears.
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