ellectrical: (black sheep come home)
ellectrical ([personal profile] ellectrical) wrote2012-04-09 09:49 pm

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It's been more than an hour since the sunset, but Elle hasn't moved since she climbed onto one of the rocks near the lakeshore in the midafternoon.

Really. She has not moved. Other than blink, Elle hasn't moved her eyes, her hands, hasn't resettled on the rock's rough surface or follow the line of the tide. Curled up against the stone, she'd simply laid down, facing the water, too still to be even waiting for something.

Someone with a typical set of senses might not even notice her.
cutting_edgex23: ([older] serious pretty)

[personal profile] cutting_edgex23 2012-04-10 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
X, who is hardly typical in any way that matters, and in most of the ways that don't, approaches Elle's position carefully.

She's barefoot.

This makes it more difficult to make noise, but not impossible.

Not if one is determined, at any rate.

And once she is close enough.

"Elle."

Then she slips up onto the rock, settling down beside her friend.

For at least the first few moments she stays silent.

Sometimes that is enough.