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muserevival2014-10-05 03:11 am
dontcomebackforme) wrote in muserevival2014-10-05 03:11 am
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078.4. Drabble
Unexpected
It was a rainy, miserable day, and Nathan was trying not to take it as some sort of sign. He had worked a short shift at the hospital that morning, and now he was standing on the steps out the front of City Hall, huddled with Tyler by one of the large pylons. The fact that Tyler was even here again with him was unexpected. He never, for a moment, expected this would be an appointment they kept.
He was fussing, brushing the droplets of water softly off Tyler’s sleeves and pulling his coat tighter around him so he didn’t get a chill now the weather was cooling. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I think we should at least have Germ here– ”
“No,” Tyler cut him off with a shake of his head and looked to Nathan with a frown. “I don’t want anyone here. I’ll tell him after.”
Nathan’s eyes swept over Tyler’s face, a small, troubled frown on his own. He knew why. This was merely just trying to put one tiny thing right out of all the horrific things that went wrong. But Tyler needed it to not be remotely like it was back then; a big flashy white wedding poised to happen. He couldn’t let even the tiniest facet of this tempt fate for history to repeat itself. In his pocket, his hand was closed around a velvet ring box housing two identical wedding rings that he had kept in his drawer for many months.
He looked up at the dreary, drizzling sky, such a distinct contrast to the perfect weather that had been predicted for their planned wedding back then. This was not how he ever imagined it. But after everything that had happened, nothing in their life ever would be anymore.
Nathan Mitchell | Original Character | 299 words
It was a rainy, miserable day, and Nathan was trying not to take it as some sort of sign. He had worked a short shift at the hospital that morning, and now he was standing on the steps out the front of City Hall, huddled with Tyler by one of the large pylons. The fact that Tyler was even here again with him was unexpected. He never, for a moment, expected this would be an appointment they kept.
He was fussing, brushing the droplets of water softly off Tyler’s sleeves and pulling his coat tighter around him so he didn’t get a chill now the weather was cooling. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I think we should at least have Germ here– ”
“No,” Tyler cut him off with a shake of his head and looked to Nathan with a frown. “I don’t want anyone here. I’ll tell him after.”
Nathan’s eyes swept over Tyler’s face, a small, troubled frown on his own. He knew why. This was merely just trying to put one tiny thing right out of all the horrific things that went wrong. But Tyler needed it to not be remotely like it was back then; a big flashy white wedding poised to happen. He couldn’t let even the tiniest facet of this tempt fate for history to repeat itself. In his pocket, his hand was closed around a velvet ring box housing two identical wedding rings that he had kept in his drawer for many months.
He looked up at the dreary, drizzling sky, such a distinct contrast to the perfect weather that had been predicted for their planned wedding back then. This was not how he ever imagined it. But after everything that had happened, nothing in their life ever would be anymore.
Nathan Mitchell | Original Character | 299 words