It's His Apocalypse

Maybe it's that Adam's not used to it. Maybe it's just that he's getting to old for this shit.

Either way, after his confrontation with the weird guy, he's retreated to their rooms in the bar. Grace ensconced happily in a playpen, Adam's on the bed with a wet cloth over his face.

It isn't that Adam's bored. In their household, there is no bored any more.

It's more that he's-


okay. yes. he's bored. Without the writhing and squirming and squealing of small children, with nobody to hold or walk or look after-

he's bored.

It's a lovely dusk, the sky fading to a shade of purple not seen anywhere but here, Adam's convinced of it. A light breeze flows through the trees, and it seems that all creatures here are at peace.

It's something that's found so seldom, here at the end of the universe, that when he sees the shadowed figure, resting against the paddock fence, Adam takes care to approach quietly.





"Evening."

An altercation, she'd said.



An altercation with a woman, and that she was locking herself in a cell for a bit. Not really clear on how long "a bit" was going to be, though when Adam tapped his foot, she managed to look suitably sorry.

But that's all she told him, other than the fact that Jack was there. Which could likely explain why Adam's currently tapping that same foot, but on the shore of the lake, looking out at the ship that's been parked there.

Adam's been spending a lot of time outside with Alanna, but not usually from this vantage point. He snickers a little as he watches people pass below.

The sun's bright (well, in England terms, it is) and the air is fresh (aside from the pollution from the cars) and the food is fresh (okay, no, it's take-away, but that'll do).

They hadn't had hotel reservations, but you'd be surprised what miracles being the son of satan could bring about, and you'd be surprised how comfortable the beds at the Mandarin Oriental are, even if Adam and Alanna spent more of the night smiling awkwardly at each other than sleeping. (Yes, just smiling awkwardly. No, that's not a euphemism. They may not have a lot of tact, but there was another person in the room, you perverts.)

And after store after store (after store) of being subjected to Alanna and Lucy's retail therapy, Adam's more than pleased to be stretched out on a blanket near a small lake (pond, really) with the sound of traffic almost, but not quite, out of hearing.

"Would one of you mind passing me a biscuit?"

Adam's never really been one much for birthday celebrations. Aside from the presents, of course -- presents are always good. But he's never much been one for birthdays, and this one in particular's been rather surreal. So he supposes he shouldn't really be surprised that it's today that he sees her, standing out by the lake where he'd been planning on skipping stones.

Quietly he approaches, and quietly he stands, hands in pockets, watching.

Somewhere, in a small bedroom in Lower Tadfield, toy planes sway gently in the breeze. Faded stuffed animals stare out through beady eyes, and games left untouched for years rot in their boxes.

Somewhere, in a small bedroom in Lower Tadfield, an empty room sits untouched. And things once loved are left, forgotten.

*He'd looked around the bar, no Thom. Out back, no Thom. Right then. If the Thom will not come to the Adam.... the Adam will come to Thom. He knocks on the door hesitantly, arrows and note in hand.*

*It's not that he's bored. Anything but. And he'd stay by Alanna's side 24/7, if they let him. But the healers come in twice a day or more, and they give him that look, and really it's best for all if he makes himself scarce in the meantime. Besides which, it'll take forever to go through all of the books in the Palace.*