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[tmw] 11.3 - heat
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lookoutearth and is used without permission, but lots and lots of tender loving care.
Even in the air conditioned terminal, the oppressive heat beat down through the exposed windows with a promise of sweat and slow movement to all who dared step outside its sanctuary. The desert was unforgiving in the heart of summer, making up for weeks of unseasonably cool weather.
Inside the airport, heat of another kind was building as Anne strolled through the crowd, nostrils flared and eyes alert as she scanned the building for some trace of him. She knew he was there, could feel it like a phantom breath on the back of her neck, but the heat magnified every scent and the saving AC blew scents every which way, recirculating the air until it became too rich with smells, tainted by the scent of Freon and too much electricity.
She saw him before she smelled him, seated at a table with a coffee and a newspaper. The break in the crowd was just long enough for her to see him bring the cup to his lips and slow to a stop midway. His neck flushed with the same heat as he found her, as his head lifted and tipped back just a touch too far.
( He was sniffing the air. He was looking for her. )
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 477
lookoutearth and is used without permission, but lots and lots of tender loving care.Even in the air conditioned terminal, the oppressive heat beat down through the exposed windows with a promise of sweat and slow movement to all who dared step outside its sanctuary. The desert was unforgiving in the heart of summer, making up for weeks of unseasonably cool weather.
Inside the airport, heat of another kind was building as Anne strolled through the crowd, nostrils flared and eyes alert as she scanned the building for some trace of him. She knew he was there, could feel it like a phantom breath on the back of her neck, but the heat magnified every scent and the saving AC blew scents every which way, recirculating the air until it became too rich with smells, tainted by the scent of Freon and too much electricity.
She saw him before she smelled him, seated at a table with a coffee and a newspaper. The break in the crowd was just long enough for her to see him bring the cup to his lips and slow to a stop midway. His neck flushed with the same heat as he found her, as his head lifted and tipped back just a touch too far.
( He was sniffing the air. He was looking for her. )
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 477
