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writetomyheart2015-09-10 06:09 pm
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-09-10 06:09 pm
[Team SONIC] bowl over
/slides in. Safe.
He walks out of the lobby, looking up at the sky as tiny droplets of rain falls on his face.
Great, he thinks bitterly, pulling up the hood of his jumper, just what I need right now.
Slowly, he walks away from the music building, his feet taking him on an aimless wander. Anywhere, his mind has probably unconsciously decided, was better than where he has just come from.
His eyes are fixed on the grey stone paving slabs, and he's not looking at where he's going or what's going on around him, so he doesn't see the giant of a golden retriever that bounds towards him until it's knocking him flat onto his back. Neither does he see it pant excitedly above him, as if proud of its conquest, as he gathers his breath and wits again, waiting for the stars to clear from his vision.
He may not see, but he can still hear, and he does, his ears picking up the sound of the dog's owner's scolding voice, an otherwise gentle sounding voice laced with the tiniest hint of an accent now firm with reprimand. He thinks its charming.
"Bad Beyonce," he hears her admonish as he feels her tug on the dog's collar. "That was very rude of you."
The retriever — Beyonce, he guesses — whines sadly, but obediently follows its owner's instruction by clambering off his chest. In his mind, he cheers because he can breathe again! His lungs aren't going to collapse under the weight of the dog anymore! He could—
— not draw a full lung of air. In that moment, a face appeared above his, the expression one of deep concern, and he feels the breath being knocked back out of him, as if he had been bowled over by Beyonce again.
"Are you okay?" she asks, and it's the same voice as the one which had scolded the dog. She must be its owner, then.
"I'm okay," he stutters, and he sits up to try and show her that he really is. Only, he moves too fast, and he groans as the world spins around him.
"Woah," she gasps when she sees him sway on the spot, quickly reaching over to steady him with her free hand. "Careful there."
He sits, willing the ground beneath him to stop rocking, and eventually it does, the rocking becoming more and more gentle until it wasn't moving anymore. He heaves a sigh of relief and turns to smile at the woman who had stopped to make sure he was okay before moving on.
"Sorry," he says, and he means to apologise for causing inconvenience to her by disrupting whatever she was doing, but he doesn't— no, can't finish, struck dumb by the sight before him.
She is laughing, the sound nervous, and her expression is sheepish, but she is gorgeous, with soft auburn hair framing delicate features. She is absolutely stunning, and he has no idea what to say to her.
The first time he met Liyin, he was bowled over by her dog and beauty.
Great, he thinks bitterly, pulling up the hood of his jumper, just what I need right now.
Slowly, he walks away from the music building, his feet taking him on an aimless wander. Anywhere, his mind has probably unconsciously decided, was better than where he has just come from.
His eyes are fixed on the grey stone paving slabs, and he's not looking at where he's going or what's going on around him, so he doesn't see the giant of a golden retriever that bounds towards him until it's knocking him flat onto his back. Neither does he see it pant excitedly above him, as if proud of its conquest, as he gathers his breath and wits again, waiting for the stars to clear from his vision.
He may not see, but he can still hear, and he does, his ears picking up the sound of the dog's owner's scolding voice, an otherwise gentle sounding voice laced with the tiniest hint of an accent now firm with reprimand. He thinks its charming.
"Bad Beyonce," he hears her admonish as he feels her tug on the dog's collar. "That was very rude of you."
The retriever — Beyonce, he guesses — whines sadly, but obediently follows its owner's instruction by clambering off his chest. In his mind, he cheers because he can breathe again! His lungs aren't going to collapse under the weight of the dog anymore! He could—
— not draw a full lung of air. In that moment, a face appeared above his, the expression one of deep concern, and he feels the breath being knocked back out of him, as if he had been bowled over by Beyonce again.
"Are you okay?" she asks, and it's the same voice as the one which had scolded the dog. She must be its owner, then.
"I'm okay," he stutters, and he sits up to try and show her that he really is. Only, he moves too fast, and he groans as the world spins around him.
"Woah," she gasps when she sees him sway on the spot, quickly reaching over to steady him with her free hand. "Careful there."
He sits, willing the ground beneath him to stop rocking, and eventually it does, the rocking becoming more and more gentle until it wasn't moving anymore. He heaves a sigh of relief and turns to smile at the woman who had stopped to make sure he was okay before moving on.
"Sorry," he says, and he means to apologise for causing inconvenience to her by disrupting whatever she was doing, but he doesn't— no, can't finish, struck dumb by the sight before him.
She is laughing, the sound nervous, and her expression is sheepish, but she is gorgeous, with soft auburn hair framing delicate features. She is absolutely stunning, and he has no idea what to say to her.
The first time he met Liyin, he was bowled over by her dog and beauty.