She laces her arm through mine, weaving us through the crowd. I fight the urge in my gut to pull away, a little fearful of what I might have gotten myself into. Her touch is warm, even through my jacket. I suddenly remember the knife in my other pocket & am glad she is not on that side. I don't want to scare her. I pick at my muffin as I try to keep calm & focus myself. She's given me no real reason to trust her & yet I want to. Why?
She takes us towards the inn near the bridge, the Whitechapel. I've heard it's a rough place, as far as the bar goes, but I've never been inside. Just warned about it. And she stays there? I guess she's tougher than she looks.
I find I'm sweating a little as we go in. My senses are on edge, watching, waiting. I want nothing to happen to me- to us. Somehow, I feel- I know Dana is special, worth protecting. I hold her arm a little tighter as she leads us upstairs.
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Date: 2010-09-29 07:54 pm (UTC)She takes us towards the inn near the bridge, the Whitechapel. I've heard it's a rough place, as far as the bar goes, but I've never been inside. Just warned about it. And she stays there? I guess she's tougher than she looks.
I find I'm sweating a little as we go in. My senses are on edge, watching, waiting. I want nothing to happen to me- to us. Somehow, I feel- I know Dana is special, worth protecting. I hold her arm a little tighter as she leads us upstairs.