[Julian's going for a run. A real run this time, no stopping to walk or any kind of whiny emo shit today. He's already surpassed his usual 5K, but he decides since he slacked off the other day, it wouldn't hurt to go around the lake once. It's somehow chilly and disgustingly humid because New York weather sucks lately, so his t-shirt is clinging to his chest as he rounds a group of trees.
Rogue's sitting right there, just at the water's edge, suddenly uncovered by the foliage. He slows to a stop, watching her curiously for a moment, brows furrowed. Her eyes are closed, the light breeze brushing a few errant strands into her face.
She looks lost in some thought and if Julian is even a little bit honest with himself, he knows she also looks beautiful.
Curious, he continues to walk over, his lips quirking into a half smile as he gets close. His tone is quieter than usual; everything's too remote here, too peaceful.]
Twice in one week? You're not stalking me, are you, sweetheart?
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Rogue's sitting right there, just at the water's edge, suddenly uncovered by the foliage. He slows to a stop, watching her curiously for a moment, brows furrowed. Her eyes are closed, the light breeze brushing a few errant strands into her face.
She looks lost in some thought and if Julian is even a little bit honest with himself, he knows she also looks beautiful.
Curious, he continues to walk over, his lips quirking into a half smile as he gets close. His tone is quieter than usual; everything's too remote here, too peaceful.]
Twice in one week? You're not stalking me, are you, sweetheart?