CAN'T SEE THAT I GOT RED HANDS, I'M COLORBLIND [TOMAS] Dec 8, 2014 0:58:24 GMT -5
Post by ROMA|RED on Dec 8, 2014 0:58:24 GMT -5
Roma would have thought that they’d hurry back … Lord knew Tom had been gone a long time already and she was sure he was busy enough. However when she mentioned her concern he smiled, told her he considered it a long deserved vacation and they fell into easy conversation. They spoke a bit about where they were from. Tom told Roma about his childhood guardedly, and she sensed a lot of tension in the family, however answered any question she had candidly. It made her shudder a bit with his association with UNIT, but she didn’t judge him for it. She told him mostly about the rodeo, her family’s ranch, the horses, and about Texas.
They were both damaged people. Who wasn’t in the Menagerie? But it was different with Tom, neither wanted to ruin their time together by burdening it with sorrows long gone. In a way, they had found that little world again and there was playing and laughter. It was well after dark when, hand in hand they reached the edge of camp. Even from a distance she could see the many fires the families had started and the light from the flames reflected in her excited eyes. It was cold by then, and she offered Tom her jacket with an ironic smile he had simply smirked at her and shook his head.
It was then that two men leapt from out of the darkness, demanding answers about who they were and what their business was there and instantly Roma jumped a foot and out of her skin. In an instant their world vanished once more. Surprisingly Dezba little reacted; she must have known they were there. Roma however put hand to her chest, thinking her heart would bust it's way out. In the darkness of the night her eyes glowed brilliant gold if only for a flash, however Sister lowered the alarm when Tom spoke to them in a measured tone and turned to her. She took a breath through her nose and let it go. Instinctually she stepped closer to him, drawing the meager about of comfort she could.
She had been worried about Sister, but perhaps it was herself she should have been worried about. There were people and so much talking and noise. From the light of the fire people gazed at them into the darkness. Shifters walked around in both human and animal form. Laughter, chatter, arguing, singing …
“I … “ she started shakily and took a step back. “I don’t know Tom maybe I should just …” she didn’t finish her Texas flavored sentence as a lion shifter as large as the one she had rescued Dezba from ambled by. She blinked, and took a deep breath before looking at Tom again. Dezba would freak if it got anywhere near her. Still, she said she'd give it a chance. She had to be brave.
“What um … is there a place you keep horses?” she tried, badly attempting to mask that the environment was making her nervous.