backwordscompatible: (chillin')
✧Zatanna Zatara✧ ([personal profile] backwordscompatible) wrote 2014-11-02 05:47 am (UTC)

[He was the one who wanted the meeting. It would be up to him to initiate the conversation. Choosing the direction it would go in.]

[By the time he approached, she was sitting on one of the vacant cots. There was a long, flat stone in her hand. Roughly the size of a quarter. Or poker chip. Time was idly being spent flipping it back and forth between her fingers. Watching its smooth surface reflect in the dim lighting until she heard the footsteps approach.]

[Even then, she didn't get up. Waving as a means of acknowledging his approach.]

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting