Sweeter Than the Rest (Avi)
Jul 23, 2011 22:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Sakhmet Richmond on Jul 23, 2011 22:02:42 GMT -5
Saturday evening jogs with Avinea had become something of a weekly tradition for Sakhmet. They'd met weeks ago, not long after Sakhmet had taken in Delilah, in fact, though of course she'd said nothing to the other girl about harboring anyone. After all, Delilah had wanted that to be a secret, and if she couldn't tell her brothers she definitely wasn't going to mention it to anyone else.
It was nice, having another female friend. She loved her brothers, but not even Isis was quite the same as having another girl to talk with.
Delilah didn't quite count in her mind, either, if only because she'd taken on a somewhat protector role with the other woman, more than a confidant or friend.
Avi was a friend. They may not have seen one another more than once a week, but that didn't matter. She was someone whom Sakhmet could talk to and jog with, and that was enough.
The weather was oppressively humid, a reminder that the summer had been a scorcher even up North, but the clouds forming overhead promised rain and perhaps a reprieve. Sakhmet wouldn't have minded a bit of rain, even should it happen while they were out; she was already drenched in sweat, the back of her sports bra one giant wet patch. A little (or even a lot) of rain wouldn't make a difference.
Stray hairs had come loose from her ponytail and plastered across her face, and she pushed them out of the way. "I hope it rains." She commented with a grimace, "It's unbearably hot. If it's like this for another week I'm going to melt. There will be no Sakhy to run with you next Saturday, for I shall be a puddle on my bedroom floor."
It was nice, having another female friend. She loved her brothers, but not even Isis was quite the same as having another girl to talk with.
Delilah didn't quite count in her mind, either, if only because she'd taken on a somewhat protector role with the other woman, more than a confidant or friend.
Avi was a friend. They may not have seen one another more than once a week, but that didn't matter. She was someone whom Sakhmet could talk to and jog with, and that was enough.
The weather was oppressively humid, a reminder that the summer had been a scorcher even up North, but the clouds forming overhead promised rain and perhaps a reprieve. Sakhmet wouldn't have minded a bit of rain, even should it happen while they were out; she was already drenched in sweat, the back of her sports bra one giant wet patch. A little (or even a lot) of rain wouldn't make a difference.
Stray hairs had come loose from her ponytail and plastered across her face, and she pushed them out of the way. "I hope it rains." She commented with a grimace, "It's unbearably hot. If it's like this for another week I'm going to melt. There will be no Sakhy to run with you next Saturday, for I shall be a puddle on my bedroom floor."