Some Kind Of Nature || gracegoing-going-gone
The day slowed and petrified into evening. Smoke from buildings miles away kissed what lived above, drenching the sky a slow-moving molasses hue. And though everyone had a daily job, Ari found herself drifting back into her measly cabin with hours to waste. She learned that it was home enough but that it always lacked something. She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip and rested her weight against the wooden railing of the compact staircase. It was about time the blue-eyed man came out from his lodging – Cas, she recalled many addressing him by. No moment later, he stepped out from behind the beaded curtain, a mortal grin stretched across his face and eyes brighter than the sky had been in months. Behind him followed several women, drops of sweat visible from her place yards away. He must have some sort'a sweat lodge in there. A corner of her mouth perked up in amusement. They may have been living the apocalypse, but it sure did not mean that gossip was eliminated. She watched as he reached his arms back in effort to crack his back. Noticing her lonesome, she stood awkwardly. Won't hurt to talk to the guy, and so she commenced toward her neighbor.
"Nice threads, Cas," she pointed out once the colorless tunic was clear in view. Her tone was weary at the voicing of his name, worried it was only a name someone closer to him would use. She brought out the pack of smokes, near the end of its life. "Any chance I can borrow a light?"